He could not understand why the packers had not wakened, but there was no movement in the camp, and the next effort would be easier, since the stern was nearly afloat.
"Again!" he gasped.

"Quietly, but with all your strength!" The roller ran smoothly and they followed the canoe down.

When their feet were in the water they gave her a last push and small ripples splashed about them as she slid out on the lake.

The impetus would carry her some distance and the off-shore breeze would do the rest.
"I guess we'll light out now," Drummond remarked.
They regained the point and the camp was quiet.

The canoe was distinguishable, but Thirlwell thought he would not have seen her had he not known where to look; it was plain that she was drifting across the lake.