The sun was already low in the sky, and it was not long before darkness began to envelop wood and stream.
At a sign from the young man, the Irishman headed the canoe toward shore.

In a few moments they landed, where, if possible, the wood was more dense than usual.

Although quite late in the spring, the night was chilly, and they lost no time in kindling a good fire.
The travelers appeared to act upon the presumption that there were no such things as enemies in this solitude.

Every night they had run their boat in to shore, started a fire, and slept soundly by it until morning, and thus far, strange as it may seem, they had suffered no molestation and had seen no signs of ill-will, if we except the occurrences already related.

Through the day, the stalwart arms of Teddy, with occasional assistance from the more delicate yet firm muscles of Harvey, had plied the paddle.