Shif'less Sol, while he pulled as powerfully as Tom Ross, whose place he had taken, nevertheless was not silent.
"I'd like to know the feelin's o' Braxton Wyatt an' that feller Butler," he said.

"Must be powerful tantalizin' to them to see us here, almost where they could stretch out their hands an' put 'em on us.

Like reachn' fur ripe, rich fruit, an' failin' to git it by half a finger's length." "They are certainly not pleased," said Henry, "but this must end some way or other, you know." "I say so, too, now that I'm a-rowin'," rejoined the shiftless one, "but when my turn at the oars is finished I wouldn't care.

Ez I've said more'n once before, floatin' down a river with somebody else pullin' at the oars is the life jest suited to me." Henry looked up.

"A summer thunderstorm is coming," he said, "and from the look of things it's going to be pretty black.