There was nothing in the behavior of the three trees to indicate that one of them was different from the other two.
The eyes of the savages passed over them, one after another, but they saw no human being hidden within their boughs.

Yet Robert at least, when those four pairs of eyes rested on his tree, felt them burning into his back.

It was a positive relief, when they moved on and began to hunt elsewhere.
"They will yet bring their canoe much closer," whispered Willet.

"It's too much to expect that they will let us go so easily, and we've got to keep up the illusion quite a while longer.

Don't push on the tree.
The wind is dying a little, and our pace must be absolutely the pace of the breeze.