The boys, wearied by chopping down the tree, rested from their work, and sat down on the side of the condemned canoe to resume their conversation.

Suddenly Louis grasped Hector's arm, and pointed to a bark canoe that appeared making for the westernmost point of the island.

Hector started to his feet, exclaiming, "It is Indiana returned!" "Nonsense! Indiana!--it is no such thing.

Look you, it is a stout man in a blanket coat." "The Indians ?" asked Hector inquiringly.
"I do not think he looks like an Indian; but let us watch.

What is he doing ?" "Fishing.