Less expert swimmers would have sunk, but their muscles were hardened by years of forest life--all Robert's strength had come back to him--and an immense vitality made the love of life overwhelming in them.

They fought with all the powers of mind and body for the single chance of overtaking the canoe.
"I hope you see it, Tayoga," said Robert.
"Not yet," replied the Onondaga.

"The darkness is heavy over the lake, and the mists and vapors, rising from the water, increase it." "It was a fine canoe, Tayoga, and it holds our rifles, our ammunition, our deer, my buffalo robe, and all our precious belongings.

We have to find it." "It is so, Dagaeoga.

We have no other choice.