"And you ?" "Salvain--put back for the ship, lads--Pietro Salvain.

D'you mean to say you've forgotten me ?" "Shanghai!" said McTee, as light broke on his memory.

"What a night that was." "But you--" "The _Mary Rogers_ took a header for Davy Jones's locker; first mate drunk and ran her on a reef; all hands went under except the three of us; we drifted to this island." "Black McTee shipwrecked! By God, if we get to port with our old tramp, I'll get a farm and stick to dry land." "Your ship ?" "The _Heron_, four thousand tons, White Henshaw, skipper." "White Henshaw ?" cried McTee in almost reverent tones.
"The same.

Old White still sticks to his wheel.

He's as hard a man as you, McTee, in his own way." They were pulling close to the freighter by this time, and Salvain gave quick orders to lay the boat alongside.