The still form in the boat made no movement following the splash.

Selecting a smaller clod, the girl threw the bit of dirt into the stern of the boat itself, where it broke in fragments.

And, at this, the figure moved slightly.
"Hit's alive, all right," commented Judy to herself, with a grin of satisfaction, at the result of her investigation.

"But hit's sure time he was a-gittin' up." Carefully selecting a still smaller bit of dirt, she deliberately tossed it at the figure itself.

Her aim was true, and the clod struck the man on the shoulder, with the result that he stirred uneasily, and, muttering something which Judy could not hear, half-turned on his back so that the girl saw the haggard, unshaven face.