I knew they wouldn't bother with him, especially now, and I kept thinking that maybe he'd go away by himself and get into some harm.

I kept thinking about how he said, "I want to be alone by myself," and he'd feel that way even more now, on account of the disgrace.
I said, "Poor little Skinny, I wish we had him along." "He's with Uncle Jeb most likely," Bert said.

"Wonder what the old man thinks about it?
Ever look into those gray eyes of his ?" "You never catch Uncle Jeb saying anything till he's sure," I said, "and even then, it takes him a couple of minutes to get his pipe out of his mouth.

He says when you aim always aim as if you had only one bullet and it was the last one in the world." "That's him all right," Bert said.
"Well, there's no good worrying," I told him; "we'll just get back as soon as we can." "What do you say we row across and cut through Nick's Valley ?" Bert asked, "It's shorter." "I'm game," I said, "the quicker the sooner." "We can follow the old creek bed," he said.

"Know where that is, don't you ?" I said, "Believe me, the only bed I know anything about is the one I sleep in.