Saxton got himself up. We stared at each other.
"Hello!" says he.
"Hello!" says I.
"Well, what the devil are you doing alive?" he says. He meant it, too. It seemed to astonish him greatly. This made me mad.
"Well, I guess I have a right to," I says. At this we both laughed very hard. So hard I couldn't stop, till he grabbed me by the arm.
"Mary!" he says.
We both tried to cast our moorings. The knots were jammed beyond fingers and teeth. He took out a knife and we cut loose. On the way to the hatch we come across Jesse sitting up straight, staring out to sea. He put his hand to his head and put it down again, looking at his fingers. What he found so interesting in the fingers I don't know, but he couldn't take his eyes off of them.
"Hurt, Jesse?" we asked him.
He turned a face like a child's to us. "My," he says, "wasn't it wet!"
"Come on!" says Sax; "he's all right!"