“D’rectly!” Cope admitted. “We ’lowed we’d stop into Mendova. You stop in there an’ see Palura; he’ll treat you right. He was in the riveh hisse’f once. You talk to him––”
“What did Terabon and Mr. Carline go on in? What kind of a boat?”
“A gasolene cruiser.”
“Did he say where he’d be?”
“Terabon? No. Ask into Mendova or into Memphis. They can likely tell.”
“Thank you, boys! I’m awful glad you’ve no hard feelings on account of my shooting your partner; I couldn’t know what good fellows you are. We’ll see you later.”
Her smile bewitched them; she went aboard her boat, pulled over into the main current, and floated away in the sunset—her favourite river hour.
After hours of argument, debate, doubts, they, too, pulled out and floated past Fort Pillow.