This time, however, as though cowed, she began to whimper, and then maintained a long, trembling whine.
Beside Rudolph, the compradore's head bobbed up.
"Allo same she mastah come." And in his native tongue, Ah Pat grumbled something about ghosts.
A harsh voice hailed, from the boat astern; the lowdah answered; and so rapidly slid the deceptive glimmer of her bow, that before Rudolph knew whether to wake his friends, or could recover, next, from the shock and ecstasy of unbelief, a tall white figure jumped or swarmed over the side.
"By Jove, my dream!" sounded the voice of Heywood, gravely.

With fingers that dripped gold, he tried to pat the bounding terrier.

She flew up at him, and tumbled back, in the liveliest danger of falling overboard.
"Old girl,--my dream!" The figure rose.
"Hallo, Rudie." In a daze, Rudolph gripped the wet and shining hands, and heard the same quiet voice: "Rest all asleep, I suppose?
Don't wake 'em.

To-morrow will do .-- Have you any money on you?
Toss that fisherman--whatever you think I'm worth.

He really rowed like steam, you know." Rudolph flung his purse into the other boat.