"Percivale! Joe!" I cried.
"All right, sir!" said Joe.
"Does your wife know of it, Joe?" I almost gasped.
"To be sure," answered Joe. "It's the first chance I've had of returning thanks for her. Please God, I shall see her again to-night."
"That's good, Joe. Trust in God, my men, whether you sink or swim."
"Ay, ay, sir!" they answered as one man.
"This is your doing, Percivale," I said, turning and walking alongside of the boat for a little way.
"It's more Jim Allen's," said Percivale. "If I hadn't got a hold of him I couldn't have done anything."
"God bless you, Jim Allen!" I said. "You'll be a better man after this, I think."
"Donnow, sir," returned Jim cheerily. "It's harder work than pulling an oar."