Jim Hart calmly reloaded his rifle.
"That'll teach 'em to be a little more keerful who they're a-follerin'," he said.

"Now, Paul, let's paddle." They sent the boat swiftly toward the north end of the lake, and Paul now and then caught glimpses of the Miamis trying to keep parallel with it, although out of range; but presently, as they passed the island, and could swing out into the middle of the lake, the last of them sank permanently from sight.

But the two kept on in the canoe.

The moonlight faded a little, and soon the hills on the shore could be seen only as a black blur.
"This is jest too easy, Paul," said Jim Hart, "With them runnin' aroun' that big outer circle, they couldn't keep up with us even ef they could see us.

Let's rest a while." Both put their paddles inside the canoe and drew long breaths.