He led the way through the dismal thickets, telling his story as he went.
"She was mighty purty, too," he said.

"The feller waved his hat when he seen her, an' she waved back.

He run down an' jumped in the boat, an' 'nen--'nen--" "Then what ?" exploded Anderson Crow.
"He kissed her!" "The d---- murderer!" roared Crow.
"He grabbed up the oars and rowed 'cross an' downstream.

An' he shuck his fist at me when he see I'd been watchin'," said the youngster, ready to whimper now that he realised what a desperate character he had been dealing with.
"Where did he land on the other side ?" pursued the eager reporter.
"Down by them willer trees, 'bout half a mile down.

There's the skift tied to a saplin'.