"I guess I'll land at the first place that offers," he thought, "and find my way to headquarters from there."
He struck out lustily, but had not been swimming more than a couple of minutes, when he heard the sharp exhaust of a gasoline launch.
Realizing that it must be an American craft, he shouted at the top of his voice.
At first there was no response, but as the boat came nearer and he shouted even more loudly, a friendly hail came over the waters.
"Where are you?" came the voice as the boat came to a stop.
"Here, to your port side," he replied.
The launch was started again slowly and Donald was soon able to make himself visible.
"Who are you?" was the first question pumped at him by the officer in command.
"Special messenger for Gen. Funston," was the response.
"Where is your uniform?"