In an instant he was gone in the fog, and the youth in the canoe could do nothing but wait, a prey to the most terrible apprehensions.
Robert, with an occasional motion of the paddle, held the canoe steady on the water, and tried to pierce the fog with his eyes.

He knew that he must stay just where he was, or Tayoga, when he came back, might never find him.

If he came back! If--He listened with all his ears for some sound, however slight, that might tell him what was happening.
Out of the fog came a faint splash, and then a sigh that was almost a groan.

Young Lennox shuddered, and the hair on his head stood up a little.

He knew that sound was made by a soul passing, but whose soul?
Once more he realized to the full that his lot was cast in wild and perilous places.
A swimming face appeared in the fog, close to the canoe, and then his heart fell from his throat to its usual place.