But isn't this here your boat ?" "Yes, it is," I said, "and I'm going home in it.

You can take the other man." And, without saying another word, I picked up my oars, which I had brought from the bushes, jumped into my boat, and pushed off.
"I reckon you're a little riled, aint ye ?" said the man; but I made him no answer, and left him to explain to Mr.Chipperton his remark about stealing the boat.

They set off soon after me, and we had a race down the creek.

I _was_ "a little riled," and I pulled so hard that the other boat did not catch up to me until we got out into the river.

Then it passed me, but it didn't get to town much before I did.
The first person I met on the pier was Rectus.