The flag-lieutenant said he did not see how he could help the commissary yeoman; and then, being pretty tired, we turned in.
When we woke up we were at anchor in Vladivostok.
They thought Furlong was all right after that, and wanted him to start right in and overhaul a wireless plant in their yard ashore. He could be an officer if he desired, they said.
"What d'y'think of it, Cahalan?" he says.
"They're good people, the Russians," I said, "and I like 'em. But I like my own people better, and I will not. I'm going back home."
"And me," he says.
And we did, or back to the nearest thing to it—a cruiser of our own which happened to be to anchor in Chee Foo.
Dan Magee: White Hope
That night in the forec's'le Tom was telling them how he got the word of the Jeffries-Johnson fight.