"Whoop-ee! Jest look at all them nice skiffs, will you? Ain't we in luck though? Never mind the scow. She's done good work fur us, but we'll leave her behind now an' travel like other white folks do. Old woman, you go round to all them boats an' pick up the grub what's into 'em; Jakey, you an' Sam ketch up the poles an' cookin' things an' every other article you can get your two hands onto. Dump them that'll sink into the water an' chuck them that won't sink as fur into the bresh as you can, so't they won't never find 'em no more. While you are doin' that, I'll pick out two of the best boats fur our own."
"Say, pap, what's the reason we don't carry off the things in place of throwin' on 'em away or sinkin' 'em?" asked Jake.
"'Cause we can't sell 'em, an' we don't want to be bothered with totin' 'em. You will save time if you do jest as I told you. We want to get away from here as sudden as we can."
"An' what'll we do with the boats that we don't take with us?" continued Jake. "Will we bust 'em up?"
