"Listen," he said.

"There's a boat coming"; and presently we all heard the splash of oars.

Our fire had been seen by one of the boats of the _River Belle_, out picking up such stragglers as could be found.
"Hello, there!" called a rough voice to us, as the boat grated at our beach.

Auberry and I walked over and found that it was the mate of the boat, with a pair of oarsmen in a narrow river skiff.
"How many's there of you ?" asked the mate--"Five ?--I can't take you all." "All right," said Auberry, "this gentleman and I will walk up to the town on this side.

You take the women and the boy.