make any more landings until we reached this port and rowed to the Starlight."
"Was Watt Brown killed or injured?"
"He was wounded, but how badly I can't say. Captain Kenny gave himself up instead of fighting, and so did that Chinaman."
"I wish it had been Captain Kenny who had been wounded," I said bluntly.
"So does somebody else," went on Dawson, and a smile flitted over his face. "Come on board, and you'll find a surprise awaiting you."
I gladly accepted the offer to come on board of the Starlight, which was seconded by Captain Mason, who was in charge of the jolly-boat. The row was a short one, and I was just mounting the rope ladder to the deck when a voice as from the grave hailed me.
"Is it possible that it is you, Oliver?"
"Dan!" I gasped, and stumbled over the rail. "I—I thought you were dead—drowned!"
The next moment I was in Dan Holbrook's arms and we were hugging each other like a couple of schoolgirls, while Tom Dawson and Matt Gory looked on, well pleased. The Irishman soon after shook hands.
"But, Dan, how came you here?" I questioned, when I could recover from my amazement. "Weren't you lost overboard from that small boat?"
