He held as straight across the bayou as the current would permit, and when he reached the shore, he climbed out and disappeared in the bushes.
"He's gone," thought Godfrey, throwing away his switch and slowly retracing his steps toward the camp, "an' here's more trouble for me.
The pinter's gone too, an' that takes money outen my pocket an' puts it into the pockets of them pizen Gordons.

Dave'll tell everything he knows as soon as he gets hum, an' that'll bring the constable up here arter me.

I must go furder back in the cane, but I won't go outen the settlement, an' nobody shan't drive me out nuther, till I get my hands onto them hundred an' fifty dollars.

Then nobody won't ever hear of me ag'in--Dan nor none of 'em.

It's jest a trifle comfortin' to know that that thar mean Dave can't do no more shootin'; he lost his gun." Yes, David's faithful friend and companion was gone.