Somebody sees you an' pulls you out--mebby a Breed or an Indian--an' puts you under a little sand a bit later.

If it's a white man he does likewise.

There ain't no time to investigate floaters over-particular in the wilderness.

Besides, you git so beat up in the rocks you don't look like much of anything.

I know, because I worked on the scows three months, an' helped bury four of 'em.