We are sure to be caught if we hang to this trail." "I reckon thet's so.

Ye let me go ahead with the nigger gurl, an' then follow after us, leadin' Miss Beaucaire's boss.

By jeminy crickets, 'tain't deep 'nough fer ter drown us enyway, an' I ain't much afeerd o' the dark.

Thar's likely ter be sum place whar we kin get out up thar.
Whar the hell are them hosses ?" We succeeded in locating the animals by feeling and I waited on the edge of the bank, the two reins wrapped about my arm, until I heard the others go splashing down into the water.

Then I also groped my own way cautiously forward, the two horses trailing behind me, down the sharply shelving bank into the stream.