They were talking about me.

They must have been up that creek fishing and found that note of mine.

And they were going to tell my people as soon as they got home.
"Holler to them, fellows!" I said; "quick-all together." I guess the fellows must have thought I was crazy, but they hollered for all they were worth.

But it was no use, for nobody answered.

I guess the wind must have been blowing our way or something--anyway, they didn't pay any attention.