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was most winded, but I shoved right into the timber where my old camp used

to be, and started a good fire there on a high-and-dry spot.

Then I jumped in the canoe and dug out for our place a mile and a half

below, as hard as I could go. I landed, and slopped through the timber and

up the ridge and into the cavern. There Jim laid, sound asleep on the ground.

I roused him out and says: ssssssssss

"Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose. They're

after us!" ssssssssss

Jim never asked no questions, he never said a word; but the way he worked

for the next half an hour showed about how he was scared. By that time

everything we had in the world was on our raft and she was ready to be shoved

out from the willow cove where she was hid. We put out the camp fire at

the cavern the first thing, and didn't show a candle outside after that.

I took the canoe out from shore a little piece and took a look, but if there

was a boat around I couldn't see it, for stars and shadows ain't good to see by.

Then we got out the raft and slipped along down in the shade, past the foot

of the island dead still, never saying a word.

ssssssssss

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