There had certainly been collusion also between him and the men in the boat, as the three began to talk earnestly, and to point toward the woods on the other side.
Dick felt that he had avenged himself upon the boatmen, but his rage rose high against the little man under the broad-brimmed hat.

It was he who had followed him so long, and who had tried ruthlessly to kill him.
The lad's rifle was of the most improved make and a bullet would reach.
He was tempted to try it, but prudence came to his rescue.

Still lying close he watched them.

He felt sure that they would soon be hunting for his footprints, but he resolved to stay in his covert, until they began the crossing of the river, to which his trail would lead when they found it.
He saw them cease talking and begin searching among the woods.

It might be at least a half-hour before they found the trail and his strength would be restored fully then.