44. THE SHIPWRECK,

pitiable condition, and the Achilles herself was left a mere
hulk, her decks deluged with the blood of her brave men.

The enemy’s retreat, however, was glorious for France,
and the brave officers and crew of this noble vessel ; they
had done their duty, and had saved the fleet their country
had confided to their protection.

After all was again put in order, and the officers had
congratulated their captain on his noble defence, the Baron
D’Ermincourt ordered the young mutineer to be brought
before him. Philip approached pale and besprinkled with
blood, but with a countenance undismayed.

“Young man,” said the captain, “ you have done your
duty to-day. I have to thank you for having twice saved
the life of my friend, Lieutenant Saint Ague. His ac-
count of your behaviour is truly satisfactory. Your faults
are pardoned ; you may return to your duty ; and I trust
that from this day forward you will make yourself as re-
markable by your submission as you have hitherto been for
your obstinate indocility.”

Philip cast his eyes on those of the captain, and saw in
them compassion and generosity ; touched by conduct so
unexpected from the uncle of his enemy, he confessed with
tears that he had done wrong, and assured him that he