"Maybe the French named their capital after the Paris of the Trojan wars." "Then they showed mighty poor jedgment," said Shif'less Sol.

"Ef I'd named my capital after any them old fellers, I'd have called it Hector." "You can have danger enough when you're on the tops of hills," said Henry, who was sitting near the mouth of the cave.

"Come here, you fellows, and see what's passing down the lake." They looked out, and in the moonlight saw six large war canoes being rowed slowly down the lake, which, though narrow, was quite long.

Each canoe held about a dozen warriors, and Henry believed that one of them contained two white faces, evidently those of Braxton Wyatt and Walter Butler.
"Like ez not they've been lookin' fur us," said Tom Ross.
"Quite likely," said Henry, "and at the same time they may be engaged in some general movement.

See, they will pass within fifty feet of the base of the cliff." The five lay on the cave floor, looking through the vines and foliage, and they felt quite sure that they were in absolute security.