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"They have found his son," cried Penn. "Stand you still and see
the salvation of the Lord!"

"Got Jason aboard here," Disko answered, but his voice quavered.
"There - warn't any one else?"

"We've f'und one, though. 'Run acrost him snarled up in a mess o'
lumber thet might ha' bin a fo'c'sle. His head's cut some."

"Who is he?"

The "We're Heres'" heart-beats answered one another.

"Guess it's young Olley," the voice drawled.

Penn raised his hands and said something in German. Harvey could
have sworn that a bright sun was shining upon his lifted face; but
the drawl went on: "Sa-ay! You fellers guyed us consid'rable
t'other night."

"We don't feel like guyin' any now," said Disko.

"I know it; but to tell the honest truth we was kinder - kinder
driftin' when we run ag'in' young Olley."

It was the irrepressible Carrie Pitman, and a roar of unsteady
laughter went up from the deck of the "We're Here".

"Hedn't you 'baout's well send the old man aboard? We're runnin'
in fer more bait an' graound-tackle. 'Guess you won't want him,
anyway, an' this blame windlass work makes us short-handed. We'll
take care of him. He married my woman's aunt."

"I'll give you anything in the boat," said Troop.

"Don't want nothin', 'less, mebbe, an anchor that'll hold. Say!
Young Olley's gittin' kinder baulky an' excited. Send the old man
along."

Penn waked him from his stupor of despair, and Tom Platt rowed him
over. He went away without a word of thanks, not knowing what was
to come; and the fog closed over all.

"And now," said Penn, drawing a deep breath as though about to
preach. "And now" - the erect body sank like a sword driven home
into the scabbard; the light faded from the overbright eyes; the
voice returned to its usual pitiful little titter -" and now,"
said Pennsylvania Pratt, "do you think it's too early for a little
game of checkers, Mr. Salters?"

"The very thing - the very thing I was goin' to say myself," cried
Salters, promptly. "It beats all, Penn, how you git on to what's
in a man's mind."

The little fellow blushed and meekly followed Salters forward.

"Up anchor! Hurry! Let's quit these crazy waters," shouted Disko,
and never was he more swiftly obeyed.

"Now what in creation d'ye suppose is the meanin' o' that all?"
said Long Jack, when they were working through the fog once more,
damp, dripping, and bewildered.

"The way I sense it," said Disko, at the wheel, "is this: The
Jennie Cushman business comin' on an empty stummick -"

"He - we saw one of them go by," sobbed Harvey.

"An' that, o' course, kinder hove him outer water, Julluk runnin'
a craft ashore; hove him right aout, I take it, to rememberin'
Johnstown an' Jacob Boiler an' such-like reminiscences. Well,
consolin' Jason there held him up a piece, same's shorin' up a
boat. Then, bein' weak, them props slipped an' slipped, an' he
slided down the ways, an' naow he's water-borne ag'in.

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