Here he quietly took off his shoes and his stockings, and, having nothing else to do, made a little bundle of them, listlessly tying them to his belt; then he rose and walked away somewhat brisker, but not in the direction of the boat.

He did not hurry, but even stopped sometimes to look at things, but he still walked a little briskly, and always away from the boat.

He had been so used, this child of outdoor life, to going about the world barefooted, that it was no wonder that he walked briskly, being relieved of his encumbering shoes and stockings.
After a time he heard a shout behind him, and turning saw three men of the boat's crew upon a little eminence, calling to him.

Then he moved more quickly, always away from the boat, and with his head turned he saw the men running towards him, and their shouts became louder and wilder.
Then he set off on a good run, and presently heard a pistol shot.

This he knew was to frighten him and make him stop, but he ran the faster and soon turned the corner of a bit of woods.