Somehow Mary Newton had become possessed of a great faith.

She noticed the skill, speed, and success with which the five always worked, and, so long given up to despair, she now went to the other extreme.

With such friends as these coming suddenly out of the void, everything must succeed.

She had no doubt of it, but lay peacefully on the bottom of the boat, not at all disturbed by the sound of the shots.
Paul and Sol after a while relieved Long Jim and Tom at the oars.

The Iroquois thought it a chance to creep up again, but they were driven back by a third bullet, and once more kept their distance.