So I got a stout piece of cord out of one of my pockets
and lashed myself to the log. I was afraid I might become unconscious
again. A part of the time I was unconscious.
"Well after daylight I saw a sloop headed my way. It didn't look as though
it would go straight by either. So I waved my handkerchief---my hat was
gone. After a while the skipper of the sloop saw me and headed in for me.
It was a sloop that carries the mails to Hetherton, a village that has no
rail connection.
"The captain hauled me aboard, questioned me, looked as though he more than
half doubted my yarn, and then put me to bed in the cabin of the sloop.
He attended to me as best he could. When we reached Hetherton, about noon,
a doctor patched me up. I had something to eat, bought this new hat, and
hired a driver to take me ten miles to the railway. Then I came over here
as soon as I could, and---pardon me, but I'm feeling weak. I'll sit down
right here."
Harry sat down heavily on the wall.
"Why didn't you wire me?" asked Tom.
"Why, you didn't doubt but that I'd turn up as surely as any other bad
egg, did you?" questioned Harry, looking up.
"Chum, I wouldn't admit it, even to myself, but I feared you were dead.
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