The waves were by this time comparatively calm.

I pushed the boat into the water, jumped in, rowed around to the other side of the island, and that day I made thirty miles, with only one oar, landing at the city dock at sunset.

I was pretty well used-up I tell you.

But I had got away from that solitary female, who must have spent a pensive day at Buncombe, in wondering what had become of me.

I reported at headquarters that night, resigned, and started for home.
I'm afraid the light-house lamps were not properly tended that night; still, they may have been, and that girl was equal to anything.
Such is life! Such has been _my_ experience.