Anson stood up and did as he was bid.
The green lantern replied, the cutter rounded up in the wind and drifted towards them, tide-borne.
“Out oars and pull,” said Jacky’s George.
They swept within forty yards of the cutter.
“ ’Vast pulling,” came a voice from her bows.
“Back water, all!” Jacky’s George commanded.
“Is that George Baragwanath?” came the voice again, a high-pitched, kindly voice, marvelously clear.
“Aye, aye!”
“What’s the word then, my dear?”
“Hosannah!”