Anderson was in the small boat, rowing rapidly out to the vessel.

Denton was running up the beach from one direction and Schwartz from the other.

I slid and slipped down the bluff, getting pretty well stuck up with the cholla spines.
At the beach we found Billy Simpson lying on his ace, shot through the back.

We turned him over, but he was apparently dead.

Anderson had hoisted the sail, had cut loose from the anchor, and was sailing away.
Denton stood up straight and tall, looking.