I was lying under the droop of a dingey, making the Sede boy call on all his gods for wind, with interludes of smoke, when he chucked his deities and tobacco, and, pointing, shouted, 'Man! man!' "I snatched a spy-glass.

Sure enough, there was a boat on the water.
It was moving ever so slowly.

It seemed to stop, and we saw something lifted and waved, and then all was still again.

I got a boat's crew together, and away we went in that deadly smother.

An hour's row and we got within hail of the derelict--as one of the crew said, 'feelin' as if the immortal life was jerked out of us.' The dingey lay there on the glassy surface, not a sign of life about her.