"These hoosiers ain't game," said Mac.
A bigger crowd of those who weren't game to tackle wild beasts gathered round them. Faces were white in the glow of the fire.
"At the house, Sir——"
"They're all right. I'll go after him," said Quin. He ran, and Mac cried—
"Take my gun, Sir——"
But Quin did not hear him. He ran round the end of the Mill and was lost.
In another moment they saw him in the boat out upon the river. Pete went out of sight. The crowd watched till Quin was out of sight, too.
"What's the bettin' we'll see either of em' again?" asked a man in the crowd.
The odds were against it.
"I fix heem all right," said Pete.