He had money enough in his pocket to pay for it, but as the owner did not appear to dispute his taking possession of it, he dispensed with this ceremony.
Taking the oars which they found in the boat, they pulled away from the wharf without interruption from any source.

Christy took his bearings as well as he could, and they passed out into the fog and darkness, to which experience within a few days had accustomed them both.

They crossed the Alabama River, and then followed the land to the southward.
Striking across an inlet they reached the land again, and by midnight they reached a point of land where Christy felt entirely at home.

He recognized it by the dilapidated wharf, from which he had embarked in the Leopard.
It was still a long pull to Glenfield, and they went ashore to partake of a little refreshment.

Flint was a smoker, and he had some dry matches which enabled them to make a fire, more for its light than its heat.