They waited, and the splashing steadily grew louder.

Paul felt the pressure of Henry's hand on his arm, and he looked with all his eyes.

The Miami navy was abroad that night! A canoe, a long one with seven or eight warriors in it, was abreast of them, and behind it came five others.

They were not twenty yards away, and Paul, in fancy at least, saw the savage eyes and the painted faces.

What had brought them out on the lake, what suspicion or precaution, Paul never knew, but there they were.