Her little hand gripped tight to mine.
By this time the others had also descended from the snag.

I saw old Auberry plunging methodically along, at his side Mrs.McGovern, clasping the hand of her son.

"Come on here, you boy," she said.

"What ye skeered of?
Tall as you air, you could wade the whole Missouri without your hair gettin' wet.

Come along!" "Get up, Auberry," I said to him as he approached, and motioned to the long, overhanging branches from the driftwood.