"Tobacco, matches, bull's-eye lantern, hammer, saw, packet of nails, two towels, a housewife, fishing-lines and hooks, spy-glass, nautical almanac, chopper——"
"Ain't you forgot somethin?" broke in the cowpuncher, with gentle irony.
Lobu had already been placed in the boat securely bound. He had recovered his senses, and sat quiet and sphinxlike on the floorboards.
As they were preparing to shove off, Tari rushed forward, and presently reappeared with his beloved harpoon.
"All aboard!" now sang out Jack lightly. "Any more for the shore?"
He was a most cheery person to be shipwrecked with. His spirits rose with the danger. Desperate situations, hardships, the near approach of death, all seemed to act upon him as a tonic and instil him with an infectious gaiety.
He jumped lightly into the boat and they shoved on.
"Kaoha, nuir!" muttered Tari, as they pulled away from the burning ship.
It was a friendly farewell, for the words, roughly translated, meant, "We part in friendship!"
Jim hummed the famous chanty: