They had not killed him as he had expected, and the gag in his mouth was soft.

Moreover, his comrades would surely find him in time and release him.
Henry and Shif'less Sol turned away and smiled again at each other.
"Not much trouble, that," whispered the shiftless one.

"He wuz shorely a skeered Spaniard ef I kin read a man's face.

Guess he wuz glad to get off ez easy ez he did.

Now fur the boat!" "Here we are," said Henry.