cut the bullet out without some help, and he warn't in no condition for me to leave to go and get help; and he got a little worse and a little worse, and after a long time he went out of his head, and wouldn't let me come a-nigh him any more, and said if I chalked his raft he'd kill me, and no end of wild foolishness like that, and I see I couldn't do anything at all with him; so I says, I got to have _help_ somehow; and the minute I says it out crawls this **** from somewheres and says he'll help, and he done it, too, and done it very well.  Of course I judged he must be a runaway ****, and there I _was_! and there I had to stick right straight along all the rest of the day and all night.  It was a fix, I tell you! I had a couple of patients with the chills, and of course I'd of liked to run up to town and see them, but I dasn't, because the **** might get away, and then I'd be to blame; and yet never a skiff come close enough for me to hail.  So there I had to stick plumb until dayl