“You’re drunk!” he retorted.
“Tell you I seen a man right under her nose. Better stop the boat.”
The Captain shrugged his shoulders.
“I guess I’ll keep straight on,” he replied. “What’s it got to do with me, anyway? He ain’t a passenger——”
He stopped and gasped as an enormous, saturated spectre climbed over the side. A crowd of men playing cards nearby stopped their game and stared.
“Who in hell are you?” asked the Captain.
Jim shook the wet from his hair and pushed forward without a word. His keen eyes ranged all over the packed decks. Then he grunted as he caught sight of a familiar figure in the stern of the boat. It was Angela, white of face, and amazed at the appearance of this totally unexpected apparition. The crowd, struck dumb with wonderment, made way for him. He strode up 175 to Angela and stopped within a foot of her, gazing fixedly into her eyes.
“You!”
“Yep—it’s me all right. Are you ready?”
“Ready——!”