We was driftin' along into Frankfort as peaceful as you please, an' a singin' with joy 'cause our work was about over.

I hears a splash an' says I to Ike, 'What's that ?' Says he to me, 'I dunno.' Says I to Ike ag'in, 'Was it a big fish ?' Says he to me ag'in, 'I dunno.' He's gittin' a repytation for bein' real smart 'cause he's always sayin, 'I dunno,' an' he's never wrong.

Then I sees somethin' with hair on top of it floatin' on the water.

Says I, 'Is that a man's head ?' Says he, 'I dunno.' But he reaches away out from the raft, grabs you with one hand by them brown locks o' yours, an' hauls you in.

I guess you owe your life all right enough to this lunkhead, Ike, my nephew, the son o' my sister Jane." Ike grinned sympathetically.
"Ain't it time to offer him some dry clothes, Uncle Sam ?" he asked.
"Past time, I reckon," replied Jarvis, "but I forgot it askin' questions, me havin' such an inquirin' turn o' mind." Harry rose, with the help of a strong and friendly hand that Jarvis lent him.