Upon my soul, I half believe he escaped in his terror, to get quit of me, not knowing it was me as had got ashore.

I hunted him down.

I smashed his face.

'And now,' says I 'as the worst thing I can do, caring nothing for myself, I'll drag you back.' And I'd have swum off, towing him by the hair, if it had come to that, and I'd a got him aboard without the soldiers.
"Of course he'd much the best of it to the last,--his character was so good.

He had escaped when he was made half wild by me and my murderous intentions; and his punishment was light.