The roaring in his ears was gone, his nerves became amazingly steady, and every stroke with his paddle was long and finished, a work of art.
Four or five minutes of such toil, and Tayoga rested on his paddle.
Robert imitated him.
"Now we will take our ease and listen," said the Onondaga.

"The fog is still our friend, and they will think we have turned to one side in it, because that is the natural thing to do.

But you and I, Dagaeoga, will not turn just yet." "I can't hear anything, Tayoga, can you ?" "I cannot, Dagaeoga, but we will not have long to wait.

Now, I catch the light swish of a paddle.

They are feeling about in the fog.