"There he goes!" he yelled.
A long dark green canoe had shot out from under an overhanging ledge of rock.

The sole occupant was paddling with swift, noiseless strokes toward the mouth of the creek, intent on reaching the lake and making his escape.
"It's the half-breed!" yelled Larry excitedly.
"He's been hiding up here waiting for night to come.

He thought that we didn't know about this place.

Now that we've hunted him down, he's trying to make a quick get-away.

Once out of the creek he can give us the slip.