"Wisht I had brung a gun along."
"Yes, that would have been a good thing," was Shep's comment.
"And that reminds me," he added to his chums, "all of our weapons
were left in the rowboat."
"Yes; and the nigger is well supplied with guns and pistols,"
came from Whopper. "Maybe he will try to shoot us full of a million
holes when he spots us."
"Oh, deary me! Don't say thet!" groaned Simon Lundy. "I---I don't
want to be shot at, not me!"
"He won't dare to shoot!" said Giant. "We can pretend that we
are all armed, you know."
On and on sped the rowboat, making excellent progress on the
smooth-flowing river. About a mile was covered, and they swept
around first one bend and then another.
"I see a boat ahead!" roared the farmer. "She's gone now," he
added, as the craft shot behind some bushes, at a point along
the river.
The four young oarsmen increased their stroke, and soon gained
the point. Then the boat again came into full view and they could
see that it was their own craft and that the colored man was rowing
along at a good rate of speed.
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