ready--shove off!” I couldn't hardly hang on to the shutters, I was so weak.  But Bill says: “Hold on--'d you go through him?” “No.  Didn't you?” “No.  So he's got his share o' the cash yet.” “Well, then, come along; no use to take truck and leave money.” “Say, won't he su****ion what we're up to?” “Maybe he won't.  But we got to have it anyway. Come along.” So they got out and went in. The door slammed to because it was on the careened side; and in a half second I was in the boat, and Jim come tumbling after me.  I out with my knife and cut the rope, and away we went! We didn't touch an oar, and we didn't speak nor whisper, nor hardly even breathe.  We went gliding swift along, dead silent, past the tip of the paddle-box, and past the stern; then in a second or two more we was a hundred yards below the wreck, and the darkness soaked her up, every last sign of her, and we was safe, and knowed it. When we was three or four hundred yards down-stream we see the lantern show li