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I struggled around to no purpose in the bottom of the junk; while

my legs and arms were tied and my mouth securely bound in what I

afterward found to be a cotton shirt。  Then I was left lying in the

bottom。  Yellow Handkerchief took the tiller; issuing his orders in

whispers; and from our position at the time; and from the

alteration of the sail; which I could dimly make out above me as a

blot against the stars; I knew the junk was being headed into the

mouth of a small slough which emptied at that point into San Rafael

Creek。



In a couple of minutes we ran softly alongside the bank; and the

sail was silently lowered。  The Chinese kept very quiet。  Yellow

Handkerchief sat down in the bottom alongside of me; and I could

feel him straining to repress his raspy; hacking cough。  Possibly

seven or eight minutes later I heard Charley's voice as the

Reindeer went past the mouth of the slough。



〃I can't tell you how relieved I am;〃 I could plainly hear him

saying to Neil; 〃that the lad has finished with the fish patrol

without accident。〃



Here Neil said something which I could not catch; and then

Charley's voice went on:



〃The youngster takes naturally to the water; and if; when he

finishes high school; he takes a course in navigation and goes deep

sea; I see no reason why he shouldn't rise to be master of the

finest and biggest ship afloat。〃



It was all very flattering to me; but lying there; bound and gagged

by my own prisoners; with the voices growing faint and fainter as

the Reindeer slipped on through the darkness toward San Rafael; I

must say I was not in quite the proper situation to enjoy my

smiling future。  With the Reindeer went my last hope。  What was to

happen next I could not imagine; for the Chinese were a different

race from mine; and from what I knew I was confident that fair play

was no part of their make…up。



After waiting a few minutes longer; the crew hoisted the lateen

sail; and Yellow Handkerchief steered down toward the mouth of San

Rafael Creek。  The tide was getting lower; and he had difficulty in

escaping the mud…banks。  I was hoping he would run aground; but he

succeeded in making the Bay without accident。



As we passed out of the creek a noisy discussion arose; which I

knew related to me。  Yellow Handkerchief was vehement; but the

other four as vehemently opposed him。  It was very evident that he

advocated doing away with me and that they were afraid of the

consequences。  I was familiar enough with the Chinese character to

know that fear alone restrained them。  But what plan they offered

in place of Yellow Handkerchief's murderous one; I could not make

out。



My feelings; as my fate hung in the balance; may be guessed。  The

discussion developed into a quarrel; in the midst of which Yellow

Handkerchief unshipped the heavy tiller and sprang toward me。  But

his four companions threw themselves between; and a clumsy struggle

took place for possession of the tiller。  In the end Yellow

Handkerchief was overcome; and sullenly returned to the steering;

while they soundly berated him for his rashness。



Not long after; the sail was run down and the junk slowly urged

forward by means of the sweeps。  I felt it ground gently on the

soft mud。  Three of the Chinese … they all wore long sea…boots …

got over the side; and the other two passed me across the rail。

With Yellow Handkerchief at my legs and his two companions at my

shoulders; they began to flounder along through the mud。  After

some time their feet struck firmer footing; and I knew they were

carrying me up some beach。  The location of this beach was not

doubtful in my mind。  It could be none other than one of the Marin

Islands; a group of rocky islets which lay off the Marin County

shore。



When they reached the firm sand that marked high tide; I was

dropped; and none too gently。  Yellow Handkerchief kicked me

spitefully in the ribs; and then the trio floundered back through

the mud to the junk。  A moment later I heard the sail go up and

slat in the wind as they drew in the sheet。  Then silence fell; and

I was left to my own devices for getting free。



I remembered having seen tricksters writhe and squirm out of ropes

with which they were bound; but though I writhed and squirmed like

a good fellow; the knots remained as hard as ever; and there was no

appreciable slack。  In the course of my squirming; however; I

rolled over upon a heap of clam…shells … the remains; evidently; of

some yachting party's clam…bake。  This gave me an idea。  My hands

were tied behind my back; and; clutching a shell in them; I rolled

over and over; up the beach; till I came to the rocks I knew to be

there。



Rolling around and searching; I finally discovered a narrow

crevice; into which I shoved the shell。  The edge of it was sharp;

and across the sharp edge I proceeded to saw the rope that bound my

wrists。  The edge of the shell was also brittle; and I broke it by

bearing too heavily upon it。  Then I rolled back to the heap and

returned with as many shells as I could carry in both hands。  I

broke many shells; cut my hands a number of times; and got cramps

in my legs from my strained position and my exertions。



While I was suffering from the cramps; and resting; I heard a

familiar halloo drift across the water。  It was Charley; searching

for me。  The gag in my mouth prevented me from replying; and I

could only lie there; helplessly fuming; while he rowed past the

island and his voice slowly lost itself in the distance。



I returned to the sawing process; and at the end of half an hour

succeeded in severing the rope。  The rest was easy。  My hands once

free; it was a matter of minutes to loosen my legs and to take the

gag out of my mouth。  I ran around the island to make sure it was

an island and not by any chance a portion of the mainland。  An

island it certainly was; one of the Marin group; fringed with a

sandy beach and surrounded by a sea of mud。  Nothing remained but

to wait till daylight and to keep warm; for it was a cold; raw

night for California; with just enough wind to pierce the skin and

cause one to shiver。



To keep up the circulation; I ran around the island a dozen times

or so; and clambered across its rocky backbone as many times more …

all of which was of greater service to me; as I afterward

discovered; than merely to warm me up。  In the midst of this

exercise I wondered if I had lost anything out of my pockets while

rolling over and over in the sand。  A search showed the absence of

my revolver and pocket…knife。  The first Yellow Handkerchief had

taken; but the knife had been lost in the sand。



I was hunting for it when the sound of rowlocks came to my ears。

At first; of course; I thought of Charley; but on second thought I

knew Charley would be calling out as he rowed along。  A sudden

premonition of danger seized me。  The Marin Islands are lonely

places; chance visitors in the dead of night are hardly to be

expected。  What if it were Yellow Handkerchief?  The sound made by

the rowlocks grew more distinct。  I crouched in the sand and

listened intently。  The boat; which I judged a small skiff from the

quick stroke of the oars; was landing in the mud about fifty yards

up the beach。  I heard a raspy; hacking cough; and my heart stood

still。  It was Yellow Handkerchief。  Not to be robbed of his

revenge by his more cautious companions; he had stolen away from

the village and come back alone。



I did some swift thinking。  I was unarmed and helpless on a tiny

islet; and a yellow barbarian; whom I had reason to fear; was

coming after me。  Any place was safer than the island; and I turned

instinctively to the water; or rather to the mud。  As he began to

flounder ashore through the mud; I started to flounder out into it;

going over the same course which the Chinese had taken in landing

me and in returning to the junk。



Yellow Handkerchief; believing me to be

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