The last Injun did not sink.

I watched him go floatin' down stream expectin' every minute to see him go under as he was hurt so bad he could hardly keep his head above water.

He floated down a long ways and the current carried him to a pile of driftwood which had lodged against a little island.

I saw the Injun crawl up on the drift.

I went down stream and by keepin' the island between me and him I got out to where he was.