I'm for killin' him--and didn't he kill old Hatfield jist the same way--and don't he deserve it ?" "But I don't WANT him killed, and I've got my reasons for it." "Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard! I'll never forgit you long's I live!" says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail and started towards where I was there in the dark, and motioned Bill to come.

I crawfished as fast as I could about two yards, but the boat slanted so that I couldn't make very good time; so to keep from getting run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper side.

The man came a-pawing along in the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he says: "Here--come in here." And in he come, and Bill after him.

But before they got in I was up in the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come.

Then they stood there, with their hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked.