get some sense in me. You see, I wanted to go in, which would have
meant finish.

"She got me to understand that she knew where she was; that the
current set westerly along shore and in two hours would drift us
abreast of a spot where we could land. I swear I either slept or was
unconscious most of those two hours; and I swear she was in one state
or the other when I chanced to come to and noted the absence of the
roar of the surf. Then it was my turn to claw and maul her back to
consciousness. It was three hours more before we made the sand. We
slept where we crawled out of the water. Next morning's sun burnt us
awake, and we crept into the shade of some wild bananas, found fresh
water, and went to sleep again. Next I awoke it was night. I took
another drink, and slept through till morning. She was still asleep
when the bunch of kanakas, hunting wild goats from the next valley,
found us."

"I'll wager, for a man who drowned a whole kanaka crew, it was you who
did the helping," Dick commented.

"She must have been forever grateful," Paula challenged, her eyes
directly on Graham's. "Don't tell me she wasn't young, wasn't
beautiful, wasn't a golden brown young goddess."

"Her mother was the Queen of Huahoa," Graham answered. "Her father was
a Greek scholar and an English gentleman. They were dead at the time
of the swim, and Nomare was queen herself. She _was_ young. She
was beautiful as any woman anywhere in the world may be beautiful.
Thanks to her father's skin, she as not golden brown. She was tawny
golden. But you've heard the story undoubtedly--"