My fav'rite mode o' travelin' when Jim Hart, 'stead o' me, is at the oars." "Which is most o' the time," said Long Jim.
It was indeed a wonderful change to these people worn by the wilderness.
They lay at ease now, while two pairs of powerful arms, with scarcely an effort, propelled the boat along the stream.

The woman herself lay down on the blankets and fell asleep with the children.

Henry at the prow, Tom Ross at the stern, and Paul amidships watched in silence, but with their rifles across their knees.

They knew that the danger was far from over.

Other Indians were likely to use this stream, unknown to them, as a highway, and those who survived of their original captors could pick up their trail by daylight.