I too hear paddles, ten, a dozen, or more of them.

It is the fleet of Tandakora coming back and it will soon be passing between us and the shore.

Truly we may be thankful, as you say, for the mists and vapors which, while they hide the canoe from us, also hide us from our enemies." "I shall lie flat upon my back and float, and I'll blend with the water." "It is a wise plan, Dagaeoga.

So shall I.Then Tandakora himself would not see us, even if he passed within twenty feet of us." "He is passing now, and I can see the outlines of their boats." The two were silent as the fish themselves, sustained by imperceptible strokes, and Robert saw the fleet of Tandakora pass in a ghostly line.

They looked unreal, a shadow following shadows, the huge figure of the Ojibway chief in the first boat a shadow itself.