If the warriors in that canoe saw the tree floating against the wind they'd know we're here.

Trust 'em for that.

I think we're about to run another gauntlet." The trunk now drifted with the wind, though the three edged it ever so slightly, but steadily, toward the shore.
Meanwhile the canoe grew and grew, and they saw, as Willet had surmised, that it contained four paddles.

It was evident too that they were on a quest, as the boat began to veer about, and the four Indians swept the lake with eager eyes.
The tree drifted on.

Farther to the west and near the shore, another tree was floating in the same manner, and off to the east a third was beckoning in like fashion.