He was debating whether to return to the water or not, when he caught the tiny glimmer of a light among the trees and he struck out for it, leaving the "Baby Mine" under a log near the shore.

The light guided him to a lone negro cabin and he unceremoniously pushed the door open and entered, frightening the inmates, a newly wedded couple, half out of their wits, until he had explained who he was.

The negro took it all good humouredly, however, saying: "Yo' done scart de life mos' out o' us.

I knows who yo' is now, do Boss." "How about a little fire, my friend," asked Boyton.
"All right boss, all right, sah, yo' kin have a fiah quicker 'n yo' kin skin er cat," and the negro began tearing boards off the side of the cabin.

It was too much trouble to gather fuel in the woods or cut down a tree and besides, the boards burned more easily.
They soon had a roaring fire and Paul, divested of the rubber dress, was drying and thoroughly enjoying himself.