Chapter 38

"Eh, boy!" she said. "Listen--you asleep?" "No," I whispered back. "Last night," she went on, "Schmidt take your schooner--Rairi bring back old man he no like. I sorry that man--head hurt--too much blood. Rairi leave him in sun--no give water. Schmidt stop aboard your schooner--suppose wind come up, Cholita go there. Native boy, your friend, swim ashore last night. Me think go too, then think no--me stop aboard, maybe help you. Ah--me hear Rairi--me go!" I heard her move away, quickly and softly, from the door. Her…