And it would not do fur me to go.
I'll make too much noise comin' back.

There's no knowin' how soon the turkeys will begin to stir about." "Then you oughtn't to have brought me here," said Harry, much provoked.
"I wanted to show you a short way home," said Tony, puffing away at his pipe.
Harry answered not a word, but set out along the path.

In a minute or two he ran against a tree; then he turned to the right and stumbled over a root, dropping his bag and nearly losing his hold of his gun.

He was soon convinced that it was all nonsense to try to get home by that path, and he slowly made his way back to Tony.
"I'll tell ye what it is," said the turkey-hunter, "ef you think you'd hurt yerself findin' yer way home, and I thought you knew the woods better than that, you might as well stay here with me.

I'll take you home bright an' airly.