I says to myself, there ain't no telling but I might come to be a murderer myself yet, and then how would I like it?
So says I to Jim: "The first light we see we'll land a hundred yards below it or above it, in a place where it's a good hiding-place for you and the skiff, and then I'll go and fix up some kind of a yarn, and get somebody to go for that gang and get them out of their scrape, so they can be hung when their time comes." But that idea was a failure; for pretty soon it begun to storm again, and this time worse than ever.

The rain poured down, and never a light showed; everybody in bed, I reckon.

We boomed along down the river, watching for lights and watching for our raft.

After a long time the rain let up, but the clouds stayed, and the lightning kept whimpering, and by and by a flash showed us a black thing ahead, floating, and we made for it.
It was the raft, and mighty glad was we to get aboard of it again.

We seen a light now away down to the right, on shore.