Let us follow the wind once more." They swam anew with powerful strokes, despite the long time they had been in the water, and no sailors, dying of thirst, ever scanned the sea more eagerly for a sail than they searched through the heavy dusk for their lost canoe.

The wind continued to rise, and the waves with it.

Foam was often dashed over their heads, the water grew cold to their bodies, now and then they floated on their backs to rest themselves and thus the singular chase, with the wind their only guide, was maintained.
Robert was the first to see a dim shape, but he would not say anything until it grew in substance and solidity.

Nevertheless hope flooded his heart, and then he said: "The wind has guided us aright, Tayoga.

Unless some evil spirit has taught my eyes to lie to me that is our canoe straight ahead." "It has all the appearance of a canoe, Dagaeoga, and since the only canoe on this part of the lake is our canoe, then our canoe it is." "And none too soon.