The cursed boat capsized in a squall just off the Heads.

The ship, d--n her, sailed away, the men thinking I was drowned, likely, and that they'd make a good thing off my goods, I reckon." "But the girl, Inez, who was with you, didn't she make a row ?" "_Quien sabe ?_" returned Tucker, with a reckless laugh.

"Well, I hung on like grim death to that boat's keel until one of those Chinese fishermen, in a 'dug-out,' hauled me in opposite Saucelito.

I chartered him and his dug-out to bring me down here." "Why here ?" asked Patterson, with a certain ostentatious caution that ill concealed his pensive satisfaction.
"You may well ask," returned Tucker, with an equal ostentation of bitterness, as he slightly waved his companion away.

"But I reckoned I could trust a white man that I'd been kind to, and who wouldn't go back on me.