They backed water.

"Keep away, boy--keep to looard.

Confound it, I just expect the wind has blowed it to us.

Your pap's got the small-pox, and you know it precious well.

Why didn't you come out and say so?
Do you want to spread it all over ?" "Well," says I, a-blubbering, "I've told everybody before, and they just went away and left us." "Poor devil, there's something in that.