Meanwhile I prepared a roof for the night on deck with the sails, and a Bengali man-servant arranged the evening meal.

That night the _Spray_ rode in Tombo Bay with her precious freight.

Next morning bright and early, even before the stars were gone, I awoke to hear praying on deck.
The port officers' launch reappeared later in the morning, this time with Captain Wilson himself on board, to try his luck in getting the _Spray_ into port, for he had heard of our predicament.

It was worth something to hear a friend tell afterward how earnestly the good harbor-master of Mauritius said, "I'll find the _Spray_ and I'll get her into port." A merry crew he discovered on her.

They could hoist sails like old tars, and could trim them, too.