'No – that's just it – he came from over the horizon. Rode a swell up onto the beach – dragged the longboat up as far as it would go – collapsed on the threshold of the nearest dwelling, which happened to be the old Bomb. Now, Mr. Foot has been lacking for customers these last few years – so, instead of throwing him back like a fish, as he might've done in the B & G's heyday, and discovering, furthermore, that the longboat was filled to the gunwales with Arctic valuables, he toted it all upstairs. Finally he rolled Yevgeny himself onto a cargo net, and hoisted him up through the window with a block and tackle – thinking that when he woke up, he might know how to obtain more of the same goods.'