CHAPTER V

ANOTHER START


The four young hunters were used to rowing together, so they made
rapid progress when once they had caught the stroke. Simon Lundy
sat in the stern of the craft, gazing anxiously ahead.

"The wuss o' it is he's got sech a tarnal good start of us," remarked
the farmer. "He must be a mile away by this time."

"Never mind, we'll catch him before long, if he sticks to the
river," said Snap, confidently.

"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."