Drowned, of course.

SHE'LL think so, too.
'Good riddance to bad rubbish' is the general verdict.

I can stay here a year or so, and then, being dead and forgotten, can go back to civilization and hustle for myself.

BUT a woman is at the bottom of my trouble, and I never want to see another.

So, if my staying here depends upon my seeing them, I guess, as I've said twice already, 'you'll have to hire another boy.'" He, too, rose.