It didn't look as though it would go straight by either.

So I waved my handkerchief---my hat was gone.

After a while the skipper of the sloop saw me and headed in for me.
It was a sloop that carries the mails to Hetherton, a village that has no rail connection.
"The captain hauled me aboard, questioned me, looked as though he more than half doubted my yarn, and then put me to bed in the cabin of the sloop.
He attended to me as best he could.

When we reached Hetherton, about noon, a doctor patched me up.

I had something to eat, bought this new hat, and hired a driver to take me ten miles to the railway.