In a few moments the cry of "A light on the port bow, sir" rang over the decks.
"That's Cape Clear," said the captain, "Now, Boyton, if you are ready, I'll stop her." "Ready and willing," was Paul's response.
At this moment the first officer approached and earnestly remonstrated with the captain saying: "This will cause us all trouble.

This man will surely lose his life." The answer to his protestation was: "On the bridge there, stop her." The great screw ceased to beat the foaming water behind and The Queen glided along with her own impetus.
"Good night captain! Good night ladies and gentlemen," said Paul as he stepped over the rail and grasping a rope commenced to descend the side.
The vessel rolled heavily to port; he felt the sea around his feet, then up to his armpits.

He let go the rope and kicked himself vigorously off the side.

A loud cheer of farewell echoed over the waters.

The vessel driving rapidly forward soon left Paul behind.