Within a few minutes, a small dugout appeared by the lee side of the barge, a blonde boy of no more than 10 or 12 standing at its head holding up the lantern and a much older man in his late 30s or early 40s rowing in the back.
Based on how much it dipped into the water, the boat seemed to be loaded with some mysterious cargo, which was hidden away by a large canvas tarp covering up a big chunk in the middle.
'Hi, Moby! We are here! We are here!' Seeing it approaching, the girl on the barge started to wave fervently and holler out to the young boy on the smaller boat.
'Do you get them, Moby?' the young girl asked the boy, too impatient to wait for the guy in the back to finish mooring the boat onto the bigger barge.
'Yes, we got all of the stuff you dropped!' with a huge grin on his youthful face, the boy exclaimed with a voice full of pride, put down the lantern and started to pick up one big parcel under the canvas tarp.
The parcel seemed to be pretty heavy, and the young boy had trouble throwing it over his head and up on to the barge. The girl bent so hard over the rails to catch the parcel, she almost lost her balance and fell over if Levi had not reached out from where he was lying and grabbed her left calf.
'Wow! That was really close! Thanks a lot for saving me!" The girl turned around and thanked Levi with a big whole-hearted smile on her face.
'Tsk,' Levi, as if the light from the small boat was too bright and beaming right into his eyes, squinted his eyes and turned his head around with a frown before letting go of his hand.
'Hi, Mike, come over and help!' as soon as she was able to extricate her leg from Levi's hold, the girl darted towards the tall blonde giant who has already started to walk over, grabbed his arm and pulled him along as if he was not moving fast enough.
By the time they got back, the older man on the boat had already finished the mooring of the little boat, and also came over to help. With the two and some of the other people on the barge who came forward to help, one by one, all the big parcels under the tarp disappeared over the rails and on to barge, while the girl ran back and forth, shouting, 'Be careful! They are very fragile! Be Gentle! They are very, very expensive! Take care!', trying to coordinate the entire effort.
After all the large parcels were gone, the older man went back to the tail end of the dugout, picked up a small parcel, held it carefully in his hand and walked back to give it to Mike.