Certainly there was something, a faint indeterminate sound, a sound not in the bush but in the lake, a sound of disturbed water.
"The dip of a paddle," whispered Callandar.

"Some one is coming in a canoe.

The dog heard it before we did--recognised it, too, probably.

It must be the witch!" The dipping sound came nearer and presently there slipped from the shadow of the trees a darker shadow, moving.

A canoe with one paddle was coming toward them.
Esther with undignified haste scrambled up from the float, abandoning her position in the line of battle in favour of the doctor.