By mid-afternoon the scow would have a fifty-mile start.
Before darkness came again they would be through the Death Chute, where Follette and Ladouceur swam their mad race for the love of a girl.

And not many miles below the Chute was a swampy country where he could hide the scow.

Then they would start overland, west and north.

Given until another sunset, and they would be safe.

This was what he expected.