"We mustn't let 'em catch a glimpse uv us, an' they're always pow'ful keen-eyed." Both the man and the boy lay flat on their stomachs on the ground, and peered from the shelter of the bushes.

No human eye out on the lake could have seen them there.

The canoes were now abreast of the island, but were going more slowly, and both could see that the occupants were looking curiously at their little wooded domain.

But they kept at a healthy distance.
"I think they're lookin' here because the place is haunted, and not because we are on it," said Jim Hart.
It seemed that he spoke the truth, as the Miamis presently swung nearer to the mainland and began to examine the shores long and critically.
"I guess they've been huntin' us all through the woods, an' think now we may be hid somewhar at the edge uv the lake," said Jim Hart.
It seemed so.

The two lay there for hours, watching the little fleet of canoes as it circled the lake, keeping near the outer rim, and searching among all the hills and hollows that bordered the shores.