T I said, in a kind of a coarse whisper, "Jim !" and he answered up, right at my elbow, with a sort of a moan, and I says: "Quick, Jim, it ain't no time for fooling around and moaning; there's a gang of murderers in yonder, and if we don't hunt up their boat and set her drifting down the river so these fellows can't get away from the wreck there's one of 'em going to be in a bad fix. But if we find their boat we can put ALL of 'em in a bad fix -­ for the sheriff 'll get 'em. Quick -­ hurry! I'll hunt the labboard side, you hunt the stabboard. You start at the raft, and -­" "Oh, my lordy, lordy! RAF'? Dey ain' no raf' no mo'; she done broke loose en gone I -­ en here we is!" CHAPTER XIII. WELL, I catched my breath and mo.