When I was about the middle I heard the clock begin to strike, so I stops and listens; the sound come faint over the water but clear--eleven.

When I struck the head of the island I never waited to blow, though I 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: "Git up and hump yourself, Jim! There ain't a minute to lose.