I was much interested, and remained a little while after my comrade had left.
I soon went out, having made up my mind to have nothing to do with the hog affair.

I did not know how to act.

I was in a bad fix.

I had heard the gun fire and knew its portent.

I knew the hog was dead, and went on up the road, and soon overtook my two comrades with the hog, which had been skinned and cut up, and was being carried on a pole between them.
I did not know what to do.