The boat, instead of returning to us, pulled on to the Dolphin, and there was just light sufficient for us to see Jack lifted on board, both vessels remaining hove-to.  Presently the Dolphin's boat came alongside with a message from papa, desiring us to go back in her.  We jumped in at once, and were quickly on board.  Papa had gone below to change his wet clothes, when we found that Jack had been placed on a mattress on deck, wrapped up in a blanket.  Uncle Tom was kneeling by his side, exposing his face and chest to the breeze, while one of the men stood by with a lantern.  Jack was as pale as death--indeed, as we watched him with intense grief, he appeared to be dead.