My violent word brought him down from his heavenly flight, and pull he did, but we had quite a distance yet to go.
"She's a beauty," said the Skipper. "She's so long and low and rakish, but so was the Yankee Blade. Not quite so much free board as the Yankee, has she, now?"
"Captain, excuse me, but if you would pull more and talk less——"
"Well, I'll pull, Mr. Jones, I'll pull, but I'll remember your language, Mr. Jones, and when I get——"
I looked over my shoulder as I rowed.
"Our people are nowhere to be seen, Captain. Do you think they could have noticed that signal?"
"You are crazy, man, utterly and entirely out of your head. I told you that men in love were insane. They would never show that flag if they had it."
"They know what they are about, sir," said I. "They wouldn't do it for fun. Let us beach the boat and run for it."
The Skipper suddenly seemed to catch my fear. We beached the boat some hundred yards from the camp.
"Which way, Jones?"