We had not gone far before the thing capsized, and we swam ashore.

But we were outside of the lines now, and without passes.

(We would have been arrested anyhow.) So we put our sand paddles to work and landed in Columbia that night.

I loved a maid, and so did Andy, and some poet has said that love laughs at grates, bars, locksmiths, etc.

I do not know how true this is, but I do know that when I went to see my sweetheart that night I asked her to pray for me, because I thought the prayers of a pretty woman would go a great deal further "up yonder" than mine would.