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A
few
minutes
sufficed
to
finish
the
loading
,
and
I
lowered
the
boat
into
the
water
As
I
helped
Maud
over
the
rail
and
felt
her
form
close
to
mine
,
it
was
all
I
could
do
to
keep
from
crying
out
,
"
I
love
you
!
I
love
you
!
"
Truly
Humphrey
Van
Weyden
was
at
last
in
love
,
I
thought
,
as
her
fingers
clung
to
mine
while
I
lowered
her
down
to
the
boat
.
I
held
on
to
the
rail
with
one
hand
and
supported
her
weight
with
the
other
,
and
I
was
proud
at
the
moment
of
the
feat
.
It
was
a
strength
I
had
not
possessed
a
few
months
before
,
on
the
day
I
said
good-bye
to
Charley
Furuseth
and
started
for
San
Francisco
on
the
ill-fated
Martinez
.
As
the
boat
ascended
on
a
sea
,
her
feet
touched
and
I
released
her
hands
.
I
cast
off
the
tackles
and
leaped
after
her
.
I
had
never
rowed
in
my
life
,
but
I
put
out
the
oars
and
at
the
expense
of
much
effort
got
the
boat
clear
of
the
Ghost
.
Then
I
experimented
with
the
sail
.
I
had
seen
the
boat-steerers
and
hunters
set
their
spritsails
many
times
,
yet
this
was
my
first
attempt
.
What
took
them
possibly
two
minutes
took
me
twenty
,
but
in
the
end
I
succeeded
in
setting
and
trimming
it
,
and
with
the
steering-oar
in
my
hands
hauled
on
the
wind
.
"
There
lies
Japan
,
"
I
remarked
,
"
straight
before
us
.
"
"
Humphrey
Van
Weyden
,
"
she
said
,
"
you
are
a
brave
man
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
I
answered
,
"
it
is
you
who
are
a
brave
woman
.
"
We
turned
our
heads
,
swayed
by
a
common
impulse
to
see
the
last
of
the
Ghost
.
Her
low
hull
lifted
and
rolled
to
windward
on
a
sea
;
her
canvas
loomed
darkly
in
the
night
;
her
lashed
wheel
creaked
as
the
rudder
kicked
;
then
sight
and
sound
of
her
faded
away
,
and
we
were
alone
on
the
dark
sea
.
Day
broke
,
grey
and
chill
.
The
boat
was
close-hauled
on
a
fresh
breeze
and
the
compass
indicated
that
we
were
just
making
the
course
which
would
bring
us
to
Japan
.
Though
stoutly
mittened
,
my
fingers
were
cold
,
and
they
pained
from
the
grip
on
the
steering-oar
.
My
feet
were
stinging
from
the
bite
of
the
frost
,
and
I
hoped
fervently
that
the
sun
would
shine
.
Before
me
,
in
the
bottom
of
the
boat
,
lay
Maud
.
She
,
at
least
,
was
warm
,
for
under
her
and
over
her
were
thick
blankets
.
The
top
one
I
had
drawn
over
her
face
to
shelter
it
from
the
night
,
so
I
could
see
nothing
but
the
vague
shape
of
her
,
and
her
light-brown
hair
,
escaped
from
the
covering
and
jewelled
with
moisture
from
the
air
.
Long
I
looked
at
her
,
dwelling
upon
that
one
visible
bit
of
her
as
only
a
man
would
who
deemed
it
the
most
precious
thing
in
the
world
.
So
insistent
was
my
gaze
that
at
last
she
stirred
under
the
blankets
,
the
top
fold
was
thrown
back
and
she
smiled
out
on
me
,
her
eyes
yet
heavy
with
sleep
.
