Now, he prayed that the foliage of the tree would hide them well and he sank his body so deep in the lake that a little water trickled into his mouth, while only the tips of his fingers rested on the trunk.

The hunter and the Onondaga were submerged as deeply as he, the upper parts of their faces and their hair blending with the water.

When he saw how little they were disclosed in the dusk his confidence returned.
The four savages brought the canoe within thirty feet, but the floating tree kept its secret.

Its lazy drift was that of complete innocence and their eyes could not see the dark heads that merged so well with the dark trunk.

They gazed for a half minute or so, then brought their canoe about in a half circle and paddled swiftly away toward the second tree.
"Now Tododaho on his star surely put it in their minds to go away," whispered the Onondaga, "and I do not think they will come back again." "Even so, we can't yet make haste," said the hunter cautiously.