avel, and we are both of us in a case for treatment."

"I can't see you," said a voice, in a grumbling way, "but you saved me.
Pull along, and I'll do my best to follow. Where the dickens are we?"

I groped and helped him to his feet. "Give me your arm," said I; "we
can't afford to go in again, either of us."

"Were you in too?" he asked stupidly.

"Well, what do _you_ think?" I replied with a little laugh, and began
to walk, this time, determinately at right angles from the basin.

He said nothing more, but hung on my arm pretty limp, as we struggled
through the darkness, and presently we both fell over a bale of goods.

"So far so good," I said, picking him up; "we must be in the
neighbourhood of the sheds. Now to find them, and creep along in their
protection."

We struck the buildings immediately after, and I had no difficulty in
working my way to the end. That took us to dry ground, or, at least, to
the sloppy ground at the bottom of the docks. By good fortune we now
hit upon the roadway, and it was to me a delight to hear the ring of
the hard macadam under our squelching boots. I was now almost cheerful,
for I was sure that I could not wander from the road, and, sure enough,
we were advertised of our position and heralded all the way by the
meagre lamps at intervals. Soon after we reached the gates, which were
opened by my friend.

He peered into our faces. "It was a call, sure enough," said I,
laughing. "And here's my patient."

When we got into the road the fog had slightly lifted, and I had less
difficulty in picking my way home than I had anticipated. Once in the
surgery, I turned up the lamp and poked the fire into a blaze, after
which I looked at my companion. It was with a sense of familiarity that
I recognised his face as that which I had seen flitting across the
port-hole of the _Sea Queen_. He sat back in the chair in which I had
placed him and stared weakly about the room. The steam went up from
both of us.

"Look here," said I, "if we stay so, we are dead or rheumatic men"; and
I went into my bedroom, changed myself, and brought him some garments
of my own. These he put on, talking now in the garrulous voice I had
heard on the yacht, but somewhat disconnectedly.

"It's awfully good of you ... a Good Samaritan," and here a vacant
laugh. "I wonder if these things.... How did I go over? I thought I was
going straight. It must have been that infernal fog.... Where the
dickens are we?"

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