sail；　and　Yellow　Handkerchief　steered　down　toward　the　mouth　of　San
  Rafael　Creek。　　The　tide　was　getting　lower；　and　he　had　difficulty　in
  escaping　the　mud…banks。　　I　was　hoping　he　would　run　aground；　but　he
  succeeded　in　making　the　Bay　without　accident。
  As　we　passed　out　of　the　creek　a　noisy　discussion　arose；　which　I
  knew　related　to　me。　　Yellow　Handkerchief　was　vehement；　but　the
  other　four　as　vehemently　opposed　him。　　It　was　very　evident　that　he
  advocated　doing　away　with　me　and　that　they　were　afraid　of　the
  consequences。　　I　was　familiar　enough　with　the　Chinese　character　to
  know　that　fear　alone　restrained　them。　　But　what　plan　they　offered
  in　place　of　Yellow　Handkerchief's　murderous　one；　I　could　not　make
  out。
  My　feelings；　as　my　fate　hung　in　the　balance；　may　be　guessed。　　The
  discussion　developed　into　a　quarrel；　in　the　midst　of　which　Yellow
  Handkerchief　unshipped　the　heavy　tiller　and　sprang　toward　me。　　But
  his　four　companions　threw　themselves　between；　and　a　clumsy　struggle
  took　place　for　possession　of　the　tiller。　　In　the　end　Yellow
  Handkerchief　was　overcome；　and　sullenly　returned　to　the　steering；
  while　they　soundly　berated　him　for　his　rashness。
  Not　long　after；　the　sail　was　run　down　and　the　junk　slowly　urged
  forward　by　means　of　the　sweeps。　　I　felt　it　ground　gently　on　the
  soft　mud。　　Three　of　the　Chinese　…　they　all　wore　long　sea…boots　…
  got　over　the　side；　and　the　other　two　passed　me　across　the　rail。
  With　Yellow　Handkerchief　at　my　legs　and　his　two　companions　at　my
  shoulders；　they　began　to　flounder　along　through　the　mud。　　After
  some　time　their　feet　struck　firmer　footing；　and　I　knew　they　were
  carrying　me　up　some　beach。　　The　location　of　this　beach　was　not
  doubtful　in　my　mind。　　It　could　be　none　other　than　one　of　the　Marin
  Islands；　a　group　of　rocky　islets　which　lay　off　the　Marin　County
  shore。
  When　they　reached　the　firm　sand　that　marked　high　tide；　I　was
  dropped；　and　none　too　gently。　　Yellow　Handkerchief　kicked　me
  spitefully　in　the　ribs；　and　then　the　trio　floundered　back　through
  the　mud　to　the　junk。　　A　moment　later　I　heard　the　sail　go　up　and
  slat　in　the　wind　as　they　drew　in　the　sheet。　　Then　silence　fell；　and
  I　was　left　to　my　own　devices　for　getting　free。
  I　remembered　having　seen　tricksters　writhe　and　squirm　out　of　ropes
  with　which　they　were　bound；　but　though　I　writhed　and　squirmed　like
  a　good　fellow；　the　knots　remained　as　hard　as　ever；　and　there　was　no
  appreciable　slack。　　In　the　course　of　my　squirming；　however；　I
  rolled　over　upon　a　heap　of　clam…shells　…　the　remains；　evidently；　of
  some　yachting　party's　clam…bake。　　This　gave　me　an　idea。　　My　hands
  were　tied　behind　my　back；　and；　clutching　a　shell　in　them；　I　rolled
  over　and　over；　up　the　beach；　till　I　came　to　the　rocks　I　knew　to　be
  there。
  Rolling　around　and　searching；　I　finally　discovered　a　narrow
  crevice；　into　which　I　shoved　the　shell。　　The　edge　of　it　was　sharp；
  and　across　the　sharp　edge　I　proceeded　to　saw　the　rope　that　bound　my
  wrists。　　The　edge　of　the　shell　was　also　brittle；　and　I　broke　it　by
  bearing　too　heavily　upon　it。　　Then　I　rolled　back　to　the　heap　and
  returned　with　as　many　shells　as　I　could　carry　in　both　hands。　　I
  broke　many　shells；　cut　my　hands　a　number　of　times；　and　got　cramps
  in　my　legs　from　my　strained　position　and　my　exertions。
  While　I　was　suffering　from　the　cramps；　and　resting；　I　heard　a
  familiar　halloo　drift　across　the　water。　　It　was　Charley；　searching
  for　me。　　The　gag　in　my　mouth　prevented　me　from　replying；　and　I
  could　only　lie　there；　helplessly　fuming；　while　he　rowed　past　the
  island　and　his　voice　slowly　lost　itself　in　the　distance。
  I　returned　to　the　sawing　process；　and　at　the　end　of　half　an　hour
  succeeded　in　severing　the　rope。　　The　rest　was　easy。　　My　hands　once
  free；　it　was　a　matter　of　minutes　to　loosen　my　legs　and　to　take　the
  gag　out　of　my　mouth。　　I　ran　around　the　island　to　make　sure　it　was
  an　island　and　not　by　any　chance　a　portion　of　the　mainland。　　An
  island　it　certainly　was；　one　of　the　Marin　group；　fringed　with　a
  sandy　beach　and　surrounded　by　a　sea　of　mud。　　Nothing　remained　but
  to　wait　till　daylight　and　to　keep　warm；　for　it　was　a　cold；　raw
  night　for　California；　with　just　enough　wind　to　pierce　the　skin　and
  cause　one　to　shiver。
  To　keep　up　the　circulation；　I　ran　around　the　island　a　dozen　times
  or　so；　and　clambered　across　its　rocky　backbone　as　many　times　more　…
  all　of　which　was　of　greater　service　to　me；　as　I　afterward
  discovered；　than　merely　to　warm　me　up。　　In　the　midst　of　this
  exercise　I　wondered　if　I　had　lost　anything　out　of　my　pockets　while
  rolling　over　and　over　in　the　sand。　　A　search　showed　the　absence　of
  my　revolver　and　pocket…knife。　　The　first　Yellow　Handkerchief　had
  taken；　but　the　knife　had　been　lost　in　the　sand。
  I　was　hunting　for　it　when　the　sound　of　rowlocks　came　to　my　ears。
  At　first；　of　course；　I　thought　of　Charley；　but　on　second　thought　I
  knew　Charley　would　be　calling　out　as　he　rowed　along。　　A　sudden
  premonition　of　danger　seized　me。　　The　Marin　Islands　are　lonely
  places；　chance　visitors　in　the　dead　of　night　are　hardly　to　be
  expected。　　What　if　it　were　Yellow　Handkerchief？　　The　sound　made　by
  the　rowlocks　grew　more　distinct。　　I　crouched　in　the　sand　and
  listened　intently。　　The　boat；　which　I　judged　a　small　skiff　from　the
  quick　stroke　of　the　oars；　was　landing　in　the　mud　about　fifty　yards
  up　the　beach。　　I　heard　a　raspy；　hacking　cough；　and　my　heart　stood
  still。　　It　was　Yellow　Handkerchief。　　Not　to　be　robbed　of　his
  revenge　by　his　more　cautious　companions；　he　had　stolen　away　from
  the　village　and　come　back　alone。
  I　did　some　swift　thinking。　　I　was　unarmed　and　helpless　on　a　tiny
  islet；　and　a　yellow　barbarian；　whom　I　had　reason　to　fear；　was
  coming　after　me。　　Any　place　was　safer　than　the　island；　and　I　turned
  instinctively　to　the　water；　or　rather　to　the　mud。　　As　he　began　to
  flounder　ashore　through　the　mud；　I　started　to　flounder　out　into　it；
  going　over　the　same　course　which　the　Chinese　had　taken　in　landing
  me　and　in　returning　to　the　junk。
  Yellow　Handkerchief；　believing　me　to　be　lying　tightly　bound；
  exercised　no　care；　but　came　ashore　noisily。　　This　helped　me；　for；
  under　the　shield　of　his　noise　and　making　no　more　myself　than
  necessary；　I　managed　to　cover　fifty　feet　by　the　time　he　had　made
  the　beach。　　Here　I　lay　down　in　the　mud。　　It　was　cold　and　clammy；
  and　made　me　shiver；　but　I　did　not　care　to　stand　up　and　run　the　risk
  of　being　discovered　by　his　sharp　eyes。
  He　walked　down　the　beach　straight　to　where　he　had　left　me　lying；
  and　I　had　a　fleeting　feeling　of　regret　at　not　being　able　to　see　his
  surprise　when　he　did　not　find　me。　　But　it　was　a　very　fleeting
  regret；　for　my　teeth　were　chattering　with　the　cold。
  What　his　movements　were　after　that　I　had　largely　to　deduce　from　the
  facts　of　the　situation；　for　I　could　scarcely　see　him　in　the　dim
  starlight。　　But　I　was　sure　that　the　first　thing　he　did　was　to　make
  the　circuit　of　the　beach　to　learn　if　landings　had　been　made　by
  other　boats。　　This　he　would　have　known　at　once　by　the　tracks
  through　the　mud。
  Convinced　that　no　boat　had　removed　me　from　the　island；　he　next
  started　to　find　out　what　had　become　of　me。　　Beginning　at　the　pile
  of　clamshells；　he　lighted　matches　to　trace　my　tracks　in　the　sand。
  At　such　times　I　could　see　his　villanous　face　plainly；　and；　when　the
  sulphur　from　the　matches　irritated　his　lungs；　between　the　raspy
  cough　that　followed　and　the　clammy　mud　in　which　I　was　lying；　I
  confess　I　shivered　harder　than　ever。
  The　multiplicity　of　my　footprints　puzzled　him。　　Then　the　idea　that
  I　might　be　out　in　the　mud　must　have　struck　him；　for　he　waded　out　a
  few　yards　in　my　direction；　and；　stooping；　with　his　eyes　searched
  the　dim　surface　long　and　carefully。　　He　could　not　have　been　more
  than　fifteen　feet　from　me；　and　had　he　lighted　a　match　he　would
  surely　have　discovered　me。
  He　returned　to　the　beach　and　clambered　about；　over　the　rocky
  backbone；　again　hunting　for　me　with　lighted　matches；　The　closeness
  of　the　shave　impelled　me　to　further　flight。　　Not　daring　to　wade
  upright；　on　account　of　the　noise　made　by　floundering　and　by　the
  suck　of　the　mud；　I　remained　lying　down　in　the　mud　and　propelled
  myself　over　its　surface　by　means　of　my　hands。　　Still　keeping　the
  trail　made　by　the　Chinese　in　going　from　and　to　the　junk；　I　held　on
  until　I　reached　the　water。　　Into　this　I　waded　to　a　depth　of　three
  feet；　and　then　I　turned　off　to　the　side　on　a　line　parallel　with　the
  beach。
  The　thought　came　to　me　of　going　toward　Yellow　Handkerchief's　skiff
  and　escaping　in　it；　but　at　that　very　moment　he　returned　to　the
  beach；　and；　as　though　fearing　the　very　thing　I　had　in　mind；　he
  slushed　out　through　the　mud　to　assure　himself　that　the　skiff　was
  safe。　　This　turned　me　in　the　opposite　direction。　　Half　swimming；
  half　wading；　with　my　head　just　out　of　water　and　avoiding　splashing；
  I　succeeded　in　putting　about　a　hundred　feet　between　myself　and　the
  spot　where　the　Chinese　had　begun　to　wade　ashore　from　the　junk。　　I
  drew　myself　out　on　th