So I raised myself up to turn around to report. I just happened to look across the river to the mainland, and there I saw something moving. I watched, and in a second a man came into sight. He was a stranger. Right then I didn’t think much about it, because I didn’t know him, but I did notice he had on some kind of a fancy vest with a lot of color into it. He came out and looked across at the island, and I says to myself it was a city man looking for a place to fish. Then I crawled back to Mark and the fellows.
“He’s here,” says I.
“Huh!” says Mark.
“Of course you knew it,” says I, “but don’t say so.”
“Anyhow,” says he, “let’s go ahead with c-catchin’ him.”
“Shoot,” says I.
“I wish,” says he, “that we had a witness.”
“What kind of a witness?”
“A man over twenty-one, to s-s-sign that paper after George does,” says he.
“I know where we kin git one,” says I.