I guessed I wouldn't stay in one place, but just tramp right across the country, mostly night times, and hunt and fish to keep alive, and so get so far away that the old man nor the widow couldn't ever find me any more.

I judged I would saw out and leave that night if pap got drunk enough, and I reckoned he would.

I got so full of it I didn't notice how long I was staying till the old man hollered and asked me whether I was asleep or drownded.
I got the things all up to the cabin, and then it was about dark.

While I was cooking supper the old man took a swig or two and got sort of warmed up, and went to ripping again.

He had been drunk over in town, and laid in the gutter all night, and he was a sight to look at.