Roy Norton, Drowned Gold — Chapter 5 (1919)
“ I went to a window, and was tearing away the green shutters when the steward said, "A tug-boat, sir, is coming up astern and giving us a call." I paused for a moment and looked at her. She was swathed in black smoke, as if in haste, and carried a bone in her teeth that bespoke her thrust. A man stood in the very peak of her bow who threw his arms up and down to attract attention. I hesitated for a full minute before I could recognize my chief engineer. It was Martin, all right, jumping up and down in his anxiety. The tug came panting alongside before I made clear his wrathful face. ”
