Row fast and I'll keep watch.

If he gets out into the lake we've got him." The rowboat shot past Harriet Burrell's hiding place so close that she might have reached out an oar and touched it.

She was tempted to give the person in the stern of the boat a poke with her oar, but wisely refrained from doing anything of the sort.

After the boat had passed, Harriet sat perfectly still, arms folded, a quiet smile on her face.
"Harriet Burrell, you are a pretty good scout, after all.

You wouldn't have made such a bad Indian.