"I worked my way cautiously aft, where Lee Fu stood like a man of iron at the tiller, lashed to the heavy cross-rail that must have been constructed for such occasions. He saw me coming, leaned toward me. "'Land!' I shouted, pointing on the port bow. "He nodded vigorously, to show me that he'd already seen it. 'Recognize--' The rest of the answer was blown away by the wind. "By pantomime, I called his attention to the shift of the storm. Again he nodded--then ducked his head in Wilbur's direction, and shouted something that I couldn't quite follow. 'Change our tactics--we must change our tactics--' was what I understood him to say. "He beckoned me to come closer; grasping the cross-rail, I swung down beside him. "'I know our position,' he cried in my ear. 'Have no alarm, my friend. There are two large islands, and a third, small like a button. Watch closely the button, while I steer. When it touches the high headland, give me the news instantly.' "He had hauled the junk a trifle to port, and with every opportunity was edging toward the land. The tall headland that I'd first sighted grew plainer with every moment; soon I made out the island like a button and saw it closing rapidly on the land behind. "'Now!' I shouted to Lee Fu, when the two had touched. "He swung the sampan a couple of points to starboard, discovering close beneath our bows the tip of another reef that stretched toward the land diagonally across the path of the wind. In a moment we were almost abreast this point of reef; a hundred yards away, its spray lashed our decks as the low-lying black rocks caught the broken wash of the storm. Another swing of the great tiller, and we had hauled up in the lee of the reef--in quiet water at last, but with the gale still screaming overhead like a defeated demon. "It was like nothing but a return from hell. The wind held us in a solid blast; but to feel the deck grow quiet, to be able to speak, to hear--and then, to see the land close aboard. By Jove, we were saved! "A voice spoke gruffly beside us. 'By God, I hope you're satisfied!' We turned to see Wilbur at the head of the cross-rail. A twitching face belied the nonchalance that he'd attempted to throw into the words. "'I don't know how we lived!' he snarled. 'What in the name of God made you try it? Nothing but luck--and now the typhoon's leaving us. We can wait here till the blow dies down.' "'Is that all, Captain, that you have to say?' inquired Lee Fu, his attention riveted on the course. "Wilbur clutched the rail as if he would tear it from its fastenings. 'A damned sight more, you blackguard; but I'll save it for the authorities!' "'You feel no thanks for your escape--and there is nothing on your mind?' "'Nothing but sleep--why should there be? Let's wind up this farce and get to anchor somewhere; I'm fagged out.' "'No, we are going on,' said Lee Fu calmly, making no move to come into the wind. 'No time for rest, Captain; the journey is not done.'