Tom thrust out an arm and caught him just in time.
"You've been hurt, Harry!" gasped Tom.
"Yes, and I guess I'm a bit weak, even now," Hazelton mumbled.

"Hurt?
Look at this." Hazelton uncovered his head, displaying a court-plaster bandage underneath which clotted blood showed.
"Where in the world have you been ?" Tom quivered.
"At sea," Harry answered, with an attempt at banter.
"What happened to you ?" "Tom, you remember the big black man I imagined that I saw last night ?" "Of course I do." "He was a reality," Harry went on soberly.

"After you had gone he appeared again.

We had it hot and heavy.

I saw your boat coming, and I yelled---" "I heard you," Tom interposed.