"Wait for me!" I saw Mr.Chipperton violently addressing the men in the boat, but they had put out their oars and were beginning to pull away.

I knew they would not come back, especially as they knew, of course, that there were other boats on board.

Then Mr.Chipperton stood up again, put his hands to his mouth, and shouted back to us: "Bring her--right after us.

If we get--parted--meet--at Savannah!" He was certainly one of the coolest men in the world.

To think--at such a time--of appointing a place to meet! And yet it was a good idea.