"It is our only chance." Scarcely had he spoken when out in the center of the lake we could just distinguish a long boat with three rowers going swiftly towards the entrance to the river, which we so desired to gain.
"Look!" cried our guide, backing water, and bringing the boat to a standstill.

"They are in search of us! If we are discovered they will fire.

It is their orders.

No boat is allowed upon this lake." Elma sat watching our pursuers, but still calm and silent.

She seemed to intrust herself entirely to me.
The guards were rowing rapidly, the oars sounding in the rowlocks, evidently in the belief that we had made for the river.