"I reckon we'll have to holler our messages across, as Tony said; only there isn't anybody to holler to." "I don't know how it's to be done either," said Harry; "but one of us must get over, some way or other." "Couldn't we wade to the bridge," asked Harvey, "and then walk over on it?
I don't believe it's more than up to our waists on the bridge." "You don't know how deep it is," said Harry; "and when you get to the bridge, ten to one more than half the planks have been floated off, and you'd go slump to the bottom of the creek before you knew it.

There's no way but to get a boat." "I don't know where you're going to find one," said Harvey.

"There's a boat up at the mill-pond, but you couldn't get it out and down here in much less than a day." "John Walker has his boat afloat again," said Harry, "but that's over on the other side.

What a nuisance it is that there isn't anybody over there! If we didn't want 'em, there'd be about sixty or seventy darkies hanging about now." "Oh, no!" said Harvey, "not so many as that; not over forty-seven." "I'm going over to Lewston's.

Perhaps he knows of a boat," said Harry; and away he ran.
But Lewston was not in his cabin, and so Harry hurried along a road in the woods that led by another negro cabin about a half-mile away, thinking that the old man had gone off in that direction.