The　explanation；　however；　was　much　simpler。　　The　horse　had　been
  taken　by　the　luxurious　and　indolent　Billings　unknown　to　his
  companions。　　Overcome　at　the　dreadful　prospect　of　walking　home　in
  that　weather；　this　perfect　product　of　lethargic　Sidon　had　artfully
  allowed　Peters　and　Wingate　to　precede　him；　and；　cautiously
  unloosing　the　tethered　animal；　had　safely　passed　them　in　the
  darkness。　　When　he　gained　his　own　inclosure　he　had　lazily
  dismounted；　and；　with　a　sharp　cut　on　the　mustang's　haunches；　sent
  him　galloping　back　to　rejoin　his　master；　with　what　result　has　been
  already　told　by　the　unsuspecting　Peters　in　the　preceding　chapter。
  Yet　no　conception　of　this　possibility　entered　'Lige　Curtis's
  alcoholized　consciousness；　part　of　whose　morbid　phantasy　it　was　to
  distort　or　exaggerate　all　natural　phenomena。　　He　had　a　vague　idea
  that　he　could　not　go　back　to　Harkutt's；　already　his　visit　seemed　to
  have　happened　long；　long　ago；　and　could　not　be　repeated。　　He　would
  walk　on；　enwrapped　in　this　uncompromising　darkness　which　concealed
  everything；　suggested　everything；　and　was　responsible　for
  everything。
  It　was　very　dark；　for　the　wind；　having　lulled；　no　longer　thinned
  the　veil　of　clouds　above；　nor　dissipated　a　steaming　mist　that
  appeared　to　rise　from　the　sodden　plain。　　Yet　he　moved　easily
  through　the　darkness；　seeming　to　be　upheld　by　it　as　something
  tangible；　upon　which　he　might　lean。　　At　times　he　thought　he　heard
  voices；not　a　particular　voice　he　was　thinking　of；　but　strange
  voicesof　course　unreal　to　his　present　fancy。　　And　then　he　heard
  one　of　these　voices；　unlike　any　voice　in　Sidon；　and　very　faint　and
  far　off；　asking　if　it　〃was　anywhere　near　Sidon？〃evidently　some
  one　lost　like　himself。　　He　answered　in　a　voice　that　seemed　quite　as
  unreal　and　as　faint；　and　turned　in　the　direction　from　which　it
  came。　　There　was　a　light　moving　like　a　will…o'…the…wisp　far　before
  him；　yet　below　him　as　if　coming　out　of　the　depths　of　the　earth。　　It
  must　be　fancy；　but　he　would　seeah！
  He　had　fallen　violently　forward；　and　at　the　same　moment　felt　his
  revolver　leap　from　his　breast　pocket　like　a　living　thing；　and　an
  instant　after　explode　upon　the　rock　where　it　struck；　blindingly
  illuminating　the　declivity　down　which　he　was　plunging。　　The
  sulphurous　sting　of　burning　powder　was　in　his　eyes　and　nose；　yet　in
  that　swift　revealing　flash　he　had　time　to　clutch　the　stems　of　a
  trailing　vine　beside　him；　but　not　to　save　his　head　from　sharp
  contact　with　the　same　rocky　ledge　that　had　caught　his　pistol。　　The
  pain　and　shock　gave　way　to　a　sickening　sense　of　warmth　at　the　roots
  of　his　hair。　　Giddy　and　faint；　his　fingers　relaxed；　he　felt　himself
  sinking；　with　a　languor　that　was　half　acquiescence；　down；　down；
  until；　with　another　shock；　a　wild　gasping　for　air；　and　a　swift
  reaction；　he　awoke　in　the　cold；　rushing　water！
  Clear　and　perfectly　conscious　now；　though　frantically　fighting　for
  existence　with　the　current；　he　could　dimly　see　a　floating　black
  object　shooting　by　the　shore；　at　times　striking　the　projections　of
  the　bank；　until　in　its　recoil　it　swung　half　round　and　drifted
  broadside　on　towards　him。　　He　was　near　enough　to　catch　the　frayed
  ends　of　a　trailing　rope　that　fastened　the　structure；　which　seemed
  to　be　a　few　logs；　together。　　With　a　convulsive　effort　he　at　last
  gained　a　footing　upon　it；　and　then　fell　fainting　along　its　length。
  It　was　the　raft　which　the　surveyors　from　the　embarcadero　had　just
  abandoned。
  He　did　not　know　this；　nor　would　he　have　thought　it　otherwise
  strange　that　a　raft　might　be　a　part　of　the　drift　of　the　overflow；
  even　had　he　been　entirely　conscious；　but　his　senses　were　failing；
  though　he　was　still　able　to　keep　a　secure　position　on　the　raft；　and
  to　vaguely　believe　that　it　would　carry　him　to　some　relief　and
  succor。　　How　long　he　lay　unconscious　he　never　knew；　in　his　after…
  recollections　of　that　night；　it　seemed　to　have　been　haunted　by
  dreams　of　passing　dim　banks　and　strange　places；　of　a　face　and　voice
  that　had　been　pleasant　to　him；　of　a　terror　coming　upon　him　as　he
  appeared　to　be　nearing　a　place　like　that　home　that　he　had　abandoned
  in　the　lonely　tules。　　He　was　roused　at　last　by　a　violent　headache；
  as　if　his　soft　felt　hat　had　been　changed　into　a　tightening　crown　of
  iron。　　Lifting　his　hand　to　his　head　to　tear　off　its　covering；　he
  was　surprised　to　find　that　he　was　wearing　no　hat；　but　that　his
  matted　hair；　stiffened　and　dried　with　blood　and　ooze；　was　clinging
  like　a　cap　to　his　skull　in　the　hot　morning　sunlight。　　His　eyelids
  and　lashes　were　glued　together　and　weighted　down　by　the　same
  sanguinary　plaster。　　He　crawled　to　the　edge　of　his　frail　raft；　not
  without　difficulty；　for　it　oscillated　and　rocked　strangely；　and
  dipped　his　hand　in　the　current。　　When　he　had　cleared　his　eyes　he
  lifted　them　with　a　shock　of　amazement。　　Creeks；　banks；　and　plain
  had　disappeared；　he　was　alone　on　a　bend　of　the　tossing　bay　of　San
  Francisco！
  His　first　and　only　sensecleared　by　fasting　and　quickened　by
  reactionwas　one　of　infinite　relief。　　He　was　not　only　free　from
  the　vague　terrors　of　the　preceding　days　and　nights；　but　his　whole
  past　seemed　to　be　lost　and　sunk　forever　in　this　illimitable
  expanse。　　The　low　plain　of　Tasajara；　with　its　steadfast　monotony　of
  light　and　shadow；　had　sunk　beneath　another　level；　but　one　that
  glistened；　sparkled；　was　instinct　with　varying　life；　and　moved　and
  even　danced　below　him。　　The　low　palisades　of　regularly　recurring
  tules　that　had　fenced　in；　impeded；　but　never　relieved　the　blankness
  of　his　horizon；　were　forever　swallowed　up　behind　him。　　All　trail　of
  past　degradation；　all　record　of　pain　and　suffering；　all　footprints
  of　his　wandering　and　misguided　feet　were　smoothly　wiped　out　in　that
  obliterating　sea。　　He　was　physically　helpless；　and　he　felt　it；　he
  was　in　danger；　and　he　knew　it；but　he　was　free！
  Happily　there　was　but　little　wind　and　the　sea　was　slight。　　The　raft
  was　still　intact　so　far　as　he　could　judge；　but　even　in　his
  ignorance　he　knew　it　would　scarcely　stand　the　surges　of　the　lower
  bay。　　Like　most　Californians　who　had　passed　the　straits　of
  Carquinez　at　night　in　a　steamer；　he　did　not　recognize　the　locality；
  nor　even　the　distant　peak　of　Tamalpais。　　There　were　a　few　dotting
  sails　that　seemed　as　remote；　as　uncertain；　and　as　unfriendly　as　sea
  birds。　　The　raft　was　motionless；　almost　as　motionless　as　he　was　in
  his　cramped　limbs　and　sun…dried；　stiffened　clothes。　　Too　weak　to
  keep　an　upright　position；　without　mast；　stick；　or　oar　to　lift　a
  signal　above　that　vast　expanse；　it　seemed　impossible　for　him　to
  attract　attention。　　Even　his　pistol　was　gone。
  Suddenly；　in　an　attempt　to　raise　himself；　he　was　struck　by　a　flash
  so　blinding　that　it　seemed　to　pierce　his　aching　eyes　and　brain　and
  turned　him　sick。　　It　appeared　to　come　from　a　crevice　between　the
  logs　at　the　further　end　of　the　raft。　　Creeping　painfully　towards　it
  he　saw　that　it　was　a　triangular　slip　of　highly　polished　metal　that
  he　had　hitherto　overlooked。　　He　did　not　know　that　it　was　a
  〃flashing〃　mirror　used　in　topographical　observation；　which　had
  slipped　from　the　surveyors'　instruments　when　they　abandoned　the
  raft；　but　his　excited　faculties　instinctively　detected　its　value　to
  him。　　He　lifted　it；　and；　facing　the　sun；　raised　it　at　different
  angles　with　his　feeble　arms。　　But　the　effort　was　too　much　for　him；
  the　raft　presently　seemed　to　be　whirling　with　his　movement；　and　he
  again　fell。
  。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。　　　　　　　　。
  〃Ahoy　there！〃
  The　voice　was　close　uponin　his　very　ears。　　He　opened　his　eyes。
  The　sea　still　stretched　emptily　before　him；　the　dotting　sails　still
  unchanged　and　distant。　　Yet　a　strange　shadow　lay　upon　the　raft。　　He
  turned　his　head　with　difficulty。　　On　the　opposite　sideso　close
  upon　him　as　to　be　almost　over　his　headthe　great　white　sails　of　a
  schooner　hovered　above　him　like　the　wings　of　some　enormous　sea
  bird。　　Then　a　heavy　boom　swung　across　the　raft；　so　low　that　it
  would　have　swept　him　away　had　he　been　in　an　upright　position；　the
  sides　of　the　vessel　grazed　the　raft　and　she　fell　slowly　off。　　A
  terrible　fear　of　abandonment　took　possession　of　him；　he　tried　to
  speak；　but　could　not。　　The　vessel　moved　further　away；　but　the　raft
  followed！　　He　could　see　now　it　was　being　held　by　a　boat…hook；
  could　see　the　odd；　eager　curiosity　on　two　faces　that　were　raised
  above　the　taffrail；　and　with　that　sense　of　relief　his　eyes　again
  closed　in　unconsciousness。
  A　feeling　of　chilliness；　followed　by　a　grateful　sensation　of
  drawing　closer　under　some　warm　covering；　a　stinging　taste　in　his
  mouth　of　fiery　liquor　and　the　aromatic　steam　of　hot　coffee；　were
  his　first　returning　sensations。　　His　head　and　neck　were　swathed　in
  coarse　bandages；　and　his　skin　stiffened　and　smarting　with　soap。　　He
  was　lying　in　a　rude　berth　under　a　half…deck　from　which　he　could　see
  the　sky　and　the　bellying　sail；　and　presently　a　bearded　face　filled
  with　rough　and　practical　concern　that　peered　down　upon　him。
  〃Hulloo！