He was standing in the same position, swaying easily to the roll of the ship and lighting a fresh cigar.
"What is the matter?
Anything wrong ?" This was the cry from the _Lady Mine_.
"Yes!" I shouted, at the top of my lungs.

"Life or death! One thousand dollars if you take me ashore!" "Too much 'Frisco tanglefoot for the health of my crew!" Wolf Larsen shouted after.

"This one"-- indicating me with his thumb--"fancies sea-serpents and monkeys just now!" The man on the _Lady Mine_ laughed back through the megaphone.

The pilot-boat plunged past.
"Give him hell for me!" came a final cry, and the two men waved their arms in farewell.
I leaned despairingly over the rail, watching the trim little schooner swiftly increasing the bleak sweep of ocean between us.

And she would probably be in San Francisco in five or six hours! My head seemed bursting.