Therefore, it was the part of his comrades and himself to use the utmost caution as they passed up the river.
They bugged the western shore, where they were shadowed by banks and bushes, and now they went slowly, Long Jim and Tom Ross drawing their oars so carefully through the water that there was never a plash to tell of their passing.

Henry was in the prow of the boat, bent forward a little, eyes searching the surface of the river, and ears intent upon any sound that might pass on the bank.

Suddenly he gave a little signal to the rowers and they let their oars rest.
"Bring the boat in closer to the bank," he whispered.

"Push it gently among those bushes where we cannot be seen from above." Tom and Jim obeyed.

The boat slid softly among tall bushes that shadowed the water, and was hidden completely.