That was too much even for Don's courage; and Bert was frightened almost out of his senses.
"Look out, Don! Look out!" he exclaimed.

"He is coming!" "Let him come," replied Don, retreating backward along the path.
"Run! run!" entreated Bert.
"That's quite impossible.

I'm doing the best I can now.

If he shows himself I'll fill his head full of number six shot." Godfrey continued to growl and rattle the cane at intervals, but there was no need of it, for Don was quite as anxious to reach his boat and leave the island as Godfrey and Dan were to have him do so.
He retreated along the path with all the speed he could command, holding himself ready to make as desperate a fight as he could if circumstances should render it necessary, and presently a rattling of oars and a splashing in the water told the listeners that he and his brother were pushing off and making their way down the bayou.

In order to satisfy himself on this point, Godfrey crawled over the pile of cane, behind which he had been concealed and moved quickly, but noiselessly along the path, closely followed by Dan.