"Jack!" he gasped, "they're lowering a boat.

_The pilot's going ashore._" He remained with me now, sitting with his head on his hands.

Suddenly a shout of two or three voices from the water was answered by a hearty cheer from the deck.

By one impulse, Alister and I sprang to our feet and gripped each other by the hand; and I do not believe there were any two sailors on board who sped the parting pilot with more noise than we two made in the cook's galley.
It was gloriously true.

They had kept us both.