His face became wrinkled and set.
"Bien!" he grunted.

"We lef 'im here, biccause dere ain't 'nough room in de batteau, eh?
All right! Dat's good t'ing; but he's seeck man, so mebbe I feex it him nice place for stop till dem boats come." "Yes, yes! Leave me here.

I'll make it through all right," begged Runnion.
"Better you camp yonder on de point, w'ere you can see dose steamboat w'en she comes 'roun' de ben'.

Dis is bad place." He indicated the thicket, a quarter of a mile above which ran out almost to the cut bank.

"Come! I help you get feex." Runnion shrank from his proffered assistance half fearfully, but, reassured, allowed the Frenchman to help him towards the shore.
"We tell it de first boat 'bout you, an' dey pick you up.