And Scotty threw up his job as crew, and departed in the night with a pair of blankets belonging to me.

During the night, while the oyster pirates lay stupefied in their bunks, the schooner and the Reindeer floated on the high water and swung about to their anchors.

The salmon boat, still filled with rocks and water, rested on the bottom.
In the morning, early, I heard wild cries from the Reindeer, and tumbled out in the chill grey to see a spectacle that made the water-front laugh for days.

The beautiful salmon boat lay on the hard sand, squashed flat as a pancake, while on it were perched French Frank's schooner and the Reindeer.

Unfortunately two of the Reindeer's planks had been crushed in by the stout oak stem of the salmon boat.