"How's Jenny, old man?"
"All hunkey," said Mac. "But we tho't you was mimaloose."
"Pete is," said Quin. He climbed into the boat stiffly. His wound smarted bitterly, but he said nothing of it.
"You must have had a close call, Quin."
"Tol'rable," said Quin. "Where's the little woman?"
"Old Wong's lookin' after her. 'Twas him spotted you over here."
"Wong's all right," said Quin. "'Tis a clean sweep of the old Moola, Mac."
"That's what," said Mac. They came to the shore. When they were both on dry land Mac held out his hand.
"Shake," he said.
They "shook," and walked up to the road.