Will offered no argument against sending them a parting shot.

Fred set the butt of the rifle down with a determined snort, walked over toward the fire, stirred the embers, threw on more fuel, and looked about him when the dry wood blazed.
"If she has left as much as one blanket among the lot of us, I don't see it anywhere!" he said, taking his seat on a rock.
"A blanket ?" sneered Coutlass.

"She has even your money! Worse than that--she has my woman! You were a gum-gasted galoot not to shoot at her!" Fred patted the bulging pocket of his shooting jacket.
"Most of the money is here," he said quietly, and we all sighed with relief.
"Take canoes and chase them!" shouted Coutlass, beginning to dance up and down again.
"There's time enough" Fred answered.

"We know the winds of these parts well enough by this time.

This will blow until midnight.