Quotation from: Tales of the Fish Patrol

Written by: Jack London

It was slow work, but every stroke carried us farther away from the
shoal and nearer the shore, till at last the shooting died down,
and when the moon did come out we were too far away to be in
danger. Not long afterward we answered a shoreward hail, and two
Whitehall boats, each pulled by three pairs of oars, darted up to
us. Charley's welcome face bent over to us, and he gripped us by
the hands while he cried, "Oh, you joys! You joys! Both of you!"