"Harvester, ahoy!" cried Benson.
"Hallo!" said Sant. "What is it?"
"You don't happen to have lost one of your crew, tryin' to desert by swimmin', sir?"
"Have you picked him up? What's his name, does he say?"
"It's Smith, sir."
"That's the man," said Sant. "I want him badly."
But Smith cried out:
"This is kidnappin', Mr. Sant. I refuse to go."
"Oh, Smith," said Sant, "I'll take all the chances of it's bein' anythin' you like. Throw them a rope."
And the Triumphants towed alongside.