Anderson said he would wait for Billy Simpson, who had overslept in the darkness of the cubbyhole, and who was now paddling ashore.

The two of them would push inland to the west until a high hill would give them a chance to look around for greenery.
We started at once, before the sun would be hot.

The hill I had to climb was steep and covered with chollas, so I didn't get along very fast.

When I was about half way to the top I heard a shot from the beach.

I looked back.