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lungs almost bursting, I could see nothing of the oars. They must

have been swept away by the chaotic currents. I saw Demetrios



Contos looking back from his boat, and heard the vindictive and

mocking tones of his voice as he shouted exultantly. He held



steadily on his course, leaving me to perish.

There was nothing to do but to swim for it, which, in that wild



confusion, was at the best a matter of but a few moments. Holding

my breath and working with my hands, I managed to get off my heavy



sea-boots and my jacket. Yet there was very little breath I could

catch to hold, and I swiftly discovered that it was not so much a



matter of swimming as of breathing.

I was beaten and buffeted, smashed under by the great San Pablo



whitecaps, and strangled by the hollow tide-rip waves which flung

themselves into my eyes, nose, and mouth. Then the strange sucks



would grip my legs and drag me under, to spout me up in some fierce

boiling, where, even as I tried to catch my breath, a great



whitecap would crash down upon my head.

It was impossible to survive any length of time. I was breathing



more water than air, and drowning all the time. My senses began to

leave me, my head to whirl around. I struggled on, spasmodically,



instinctively, and was barely half conscious when I felt myself

caught by the shoulders and hauled over the gunwale of a boat.



For some time I lay across a seat where I had been flung, face

downward, and with the water running out of my mouth. After a



while, still weak and faint, I turned around to see who was my

rescuer. And there, in the stern, sheet in one hand and tiller in



the other, grinning and nodding good-naturedly, sat Demetrios

Contos. He had intended to leave me to drown, - he said so



afterward, - but his better self had fought the battle, conquered,

and sent him back to me.



"You all-a right?" he asked.

I managed to shape a "yes" on my lips, though I could not yet



speak.

"You sail-a de boat verr-a good-a," he said. "So good-a as a man."



A compliment from Demetrios Contos was a compliment indeed, and I

keenly appreciated it, though I could only nod my head in



acknowledgment.

We held no more conversation, for I was busy recovering and he was



busy with the boat. He ran in to the wharf at Vallejo, made the

boat fast, and helped me out. Then it was, as we both stood on the



wharf, that Charley stepped out from behind a net-rack and put his

hand on Demetrios Contos's arm.



"He saved my life, Charley," I protested; "and I don't think he

ought to be arrested."



A puzzled expression came into Charley's face, which cleared

immediately after, in a way it had when he made up his mind.



"I can't help it, lad," he said kindly. "I can't go back on my

duty, and it's plain duty to arrest him. To-day is Sunday; there



are two salmon in his boat which he caught to-day. What else can I

do?"



"But he saved my life," I persisted, unable to make any other

argument.



Demetrios Contos's face went black with rage when he learned

Charley's judgment. He had a sense of being unfairly treated. The



better part of his nature had triumphed, he had performed a

generous act and saved a helpless enemy, and in return the enemy



was taking him to jail.

Charley and I were out of sorts with each other when we went back



to Benicia. I stood for the spirit of the law and not the letter;

but by the letter Charley made his stand. As far as he could see,



there was nothing else for him to do. The law said distinctly that

no salmon should be caught on Sunday. He was a patrolman, and it



was his duty to enforce that law. That was all there was to it.

He had done his duty, and his conscience was clear. Nevertheless,



the whole thing seemed unjust to me, and I felt very sorry for

Demetrios Contos.



Two days later we went down to Vallejo to the trial. I had to go

along as a witness, and it was the most hateful task that I ever



performed in my life when I testified on the witness stand to

seeing Demetrios catch the two salmon Charley had captured him



with.

Demetrios had engaged a lawyer, but his case was hopeless. The



jury was out only fifteen minutes, and returned a verdict of

guilty. The judge sentenced Demetrios to pay a fine of one hundred



dollars or go to jail for fifty days.




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