He pulled off his gray flannel coat and tossed it to Jerry, and Jerry did put it on and ran after him, tucking up the sleeves. I saw them get into the dinghy and row back to the boat, and I said:
"Oh, Gregs, we're going home, we're going home!" and we both cried a little.
They came back after what seemed a long time, and our man said:
"While I'm fixing Gregory, you and Gerald tackle this."
It was half a loaf of bread and some potted beef done up in oiled paper, and I'm sure Jerry ate the oiled paper, too. I'd heard of starving people falling on food and rending it savagely, but I never knew exactly what rending was until we did it to the bread. We gave some of it to Greg, too, while our man was fixing him.
I never saw any one before who could do things so fast and so gently. He had nice, brown, quick hands, and he looked so