They came to look for this, and at each display
greeted it with uproarious mirth.
"Wot a circus!" cried one.
"Tork about yer marine hippodromes,--if this ain't one, I'd like to
know!" affirmed another.
"Six-days-go-as-yer-please," announced a third. "Who says the
dagoes won't win?"
On the next tack to windward the Greek offered to change places
with Charley.
"Let-a me sail-a de boat," he demanded. "I fix-a them, I catch-a
them, sure."
This was a stroke at Charley's professional pride, for pride
himself he did upon his boat-sailing abilities; but he yielded the
tiller to the prisoner and took his place at the sheet. Three
times again we made the circuit, and the Greek found that he could
get no more speed out of the salmon boat than Charley had.
"Better give it up," one of the sailors advised from above.
The Greek scowled ferociously and shook his fist in his customary
fashion. In the meanwhile my mind had not been idle, and I had
finally evolved an idea.
"Keep going, Charley, one time more," I said.
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