"They've shore put a boat on our lake." His tone showed traces of anxiety, and Paul, too, felt alarm.

The Miamis, after all, might defy their own superstition and land on the island.
Presently another canoe appeared behind the first, and then a third and a fourth, until there was a little fleet, which the two watched with silent apprehension.

Had Henry Ware been mistaken?
Did the Miamis really believe it was a haunted island?
On came the canoes in a straight black file, enough to contain more than a score of warriors, and the man and the boy nervously fingered their rifles.

If the Indians landed on the island, the result was sure.

The two might make a good fight and slay some of their foes, but in any event they would certainly be taken or killed.