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He waved his hand to us, and just as he and his well-provisioned craft rounded a corner of the island he selected a bottle of champagne and deftly extracted the cork.

I told some of my men to follow along the shore and to let me know what became of him. I couldn’t do anything more for Billoo; but I liked the man, and took an affectionate interest in his ultimate fate–whatever it might be. And I call that true friendship.

Pretty soon the middle ground on which the float was stuck began to show above water, and as it was evident that we could do nothing further for the relief of our shipwrecked friends, we decided to go back to the house, change our muddy boots, play a rubber or so, and have lunch. But first little Miss Tombs called to young Fitch, and told him if he found himself starving to dig clams in the mud.

VI

The only fault that I could find with the way things had gone so far was that Sally had a disgusting headache that marred her pleasure and her sense of humor. She hadn’t said very much, and had laughed with only a half-heart at things that had seemed to me excruciatingly funny. For instance, when Billoo was seized with the cramps she had barely smiled, and once or twice when I had been doing the talking she had looked pityingly at me, instead of roaring with laughter, the way a wife should do.

And when we got to the house, she said that if we would excuse her she would go to her room and lie down.

“I’ve just got one of my usual headaches,” she said.

That remark worried me, because it was the first headache she had ever complained of to me; and when, after she had gone upstairs, Miss Randall said, “Maybe Sally ought to see the doctor,” I had a sudden awful, empty, gulpy feeling. Suppose she was going to be really sick! Suppose she was going to have pneumonia or scarlet-fever or spinal meningitis! Here we were, cut off from medical assistance till Wednesday morning. And it was our own fault–mine; mine, for being too funny. Then I thought, “Maybe those men on the float are losing all the money they’ve got in the world,” and that made me feel pretty glum; and then I thought, “Maybe poor Billoo is drowned by now,” and I went cold all over.

“Why don’t you make the trump, Sam?” said Mrs. Giddings.

“Good Heavens!” I said. “Did I deal? Won’t somebody play my hand? I’m worried about Sally.”

Then I bolted upstairs, and there was Sally lying on her bed, with a glass tube sticking out of her mouth.

“How are you,” I said, “and what are you doing?”

“I feel rather sick, Sam,” she said. And she looked so pale that I could have screamed. “And I’m taking my temperature.”

“Do you think you’ve got fever?” I cried.

“I don’t know,” she said.

“Oh, Sally–Sally!” I cried. “Forgive me–it’s all my fault–and I love you so–My God! what shall I do? I know–“

Then I kissed her, and ran out of the room, and all the way to the boat-house. I found a bathing-suit, undressed, put it on, tore down to the pier, and went overboard. I suppose the water was ghastly cold, but I didn’t feel it. I suppose I never should have gotten all the way across to the main-land if I hadn’t been boiling with fear and excitement, and besides I walked and waded across the middle ground and got a rest that way. The men on the float kept calling to me, and asking me questions, but I hadn’t enough breath nor reason to answer them; I just swam and swam and swam.

About fifty feet from the pier on the main-land I began to get horrible pains up and down the muscles of my legs; and they wanted to stop kicking, but I wouldn’t let them. I had to sit on the pier for a while to rest, but pretty soon I was able to stand, and somehow or other, running and walking, I got to the doctor’s house in Stepping-Stone. He is very nice and an old friend, and the moment I told him Sally was desperately sick he said she wasn’t, and I felt better. He gave me some brandy to drink, and we started for the island. I begged him to run, but he wouldn’t. He walked leisurely and pointed out this tree as a very fine specimen and well grown, or that one as too much crowded by its neighbors. He was daft on forestry. Patients didn’t interest him a bit. Finally, however, we got to the pier, and stole somebody’s row-boat, and I took the oars, and then we went faster.