Not reasoning much about this, however, and content with mere pulling,

I kept on until at length I saw the nodding lights of the Belle

Helène lighting the gloom more definitely about me. Presently, I made

under her lee, so that the dingey was more manageable, and at last, I

edged up almost to her rail, planning how, perhaps, I might cast a

line and so make fast. But, first, I tried calling.

"Ahoy, there below, John!" I called through the dark. At first there

came no answer, and again I shouted. At this I saw the door of the

dining saloon pushed open, and John himself thrust out his hand.

"All litee," said he, merely greeting me casually. "You come?"

"Yes," said I, with equal sang-froid. "You makee quick jump now, John,

s'pose I come in."

"All litee," said he once more. I saw now that he stood there, a book

and a bundle in his arm. Perhaps he had been reading to pass the time!

Be that as it may, I cautiously pulled the dingey under the lee of the

Belle Helène. Timing his leap with a sagacity and agility combined

which I had not suspected of him, my China boy made a leap, stumbled,

righted himself, got his balance and so placed his bundle on the

bottom of the boat and his book upon the seat, where he covered it

carefully against the spray.

"All litee," said he once more. "I makee pull now. You come this

place."

I endeavored to emulate his Oriental calm. "John," said I, "I catchee

plenty wind this time."

"Yes, plenty wind," said he.

"You suppose we leave China boy?" I demanded.

"Oh, no, no!" he exclaimed with emphasis. "I know you come back allee

time bimeby, one time."

"What were you doing, John?"

"I leed plenty 'Melican book," said he calmly. "Now I makee pull." To

oblige him I made way for him, and we crawled past each other on the

floor of the heaving dingey. He took the oars and began pulling with

an odd chopping sort of a stroke, perhaps learned in his youth on some

sampan that rode the waters of his native land; but for my own part,

since Fate seemed to be kind to me after all, I trusted his skill,

such as it was, and was willing to rest for a time.

"No velly bad," said John judicially, after a time. "Pretty soon come

in." No doubt he saw the little fire, now beginning to light the

beach. At any rate, he headed straight in, the seas following, reeling

after us. They have their own ways, these people of the East. I fancy

John had run surf before. At any rate, I knew the water now was

shallow and that, perhaps, one could swim ashore if we were overset. I

trusted him to make the landing, however, and he did it like a

veteran. One plunge through the ultimate white crest, and we were

carried up high on the beach, to meet the shouts of my men and to feel

their hands grasp the gunwales of the sturdy little craft.




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