Then he worked all day fixing things in bundles, and getting all ready to quit rafting.
That night about ten we hove in sight of the lights of a town away down in a left-hand bend.
I went off in the canoe to ask about it.

Pretty soon I found a man out in the river with a skiff, setting a trot-line.

I ranged up and says: "Mister, is that town Cairo ?" "Cairo?
no.

You must be a blame' fool." "What town is it, mister ?" "If you want to know, go and find out.

If you stay here botherin' around me for about a half a minute longer you'll get something you won't want." I paddled to the raft.