He knew very well, too, that if he should be left there in the swamp, with all the creeks out of their banks, the chances were a thousand to one against his success in getting back to civilization again.

Sam's threat was a harsh one, but nothing less harsh would have answered his purpose, and he knew very well that Jake would not dare to incur the threatened penalty.
The boys slept again, and soundly.

The night waned and day dawned, and still the current carried them forward.

They breakfasted in the boat, first stripping to the waist and sluicing their heads, necks, arms and chests with water.

Breakfast was scarcely over when the boat shot out of the Nepalgah into the Connecuh river, whereat the boys gave a cheer.