I have a comb which I found in
the carpenter's chest, I will, if you will let me, comb out your hair,
and try and make you comfortable."

"Thank you, thank you," answered Lord Reginald; "but I feel ashamed of
giving you trouble."

Dick smiled, and, going out, returned with a large clam-shell, which
made an excellent basin, filled with water. Lord Reginald in vain made
the attempt to wash his face. Dick, placing the shell before him,
performed the office, and having washed his hands and combed his hair,
with as much care as his mother might have done, the young lord repeated
his thanks, and assured Dick he felt quite another being.

"I hope you will feel still better," said Dick, producing several
clam-shells, one containing several nicely cooked cakes, another some
turtle cutlets, a third some stewed turtle, while a fourth was full of
the several fruits he had gathered. "I have cooked a variety of dishes;
but after your illness your lordship may fancy one more than another.
Just tell me what you like best, and I will try and prepare it for you."

"Thank you, Hargrave; I feel as if I could eat a whole turtle, or a deer
for that matter," answered Lord Reginald, laughing in a way which
greatly cheered Dick's spirits. However, on making the attempt, Lord
Reginald found that a very small quantity satisfied him, and Dick did
not press him to eat more.

Every day after this he made rapid progress, though Dick would not allow
him for some time to get up or do anything for himself. In the mean
time, Dick dug out of the sand a number of turtles' eggs, which he hung
up in bags in a cool place in the shade, hoping thus to preserve them.
He also caught several more turtles, which he turned into his pen. He
was never idle, sometimes working in his garden, in which he had planted
a number of seeds, some evidently of melons and pumpkins, from which he
hoped in a short time to obtain fruit. Of the nature of others he was
not acquainted, but he had little doubt that they would prove useful in
some way or other. Outside the hut he had built a storehouse, in which
he placed all the articles which had been cast on shore.

He had one morning taken his crossbow and gone out before sunrise in the
hopes of killing a deer or some birds, that he might afford a variety of
diet to Lord Reginald, knowing that such would contribute greatly to
restore his strength. The deer, however, were too wild, and he was led
further from home than