"Now, Sol, keep on rowing and I'll look out that we don't run into anything." The swollen waters rose far up on the trunks of the trees, which grew thickly here, and Sol rowed slowly, making no noise save a slight ripple, while Henry pushed the prow of the boat away from the trunks and the bushes.

It was very dark here and in a few minutes the pursuing boats were shut out of sight.
"Thar ain't eyes enough in that Spanish camp to find us now," said Shif'less Sol.
But they rowed deeper and deeper into the forest, and then, in a cluster of trees where they could not be seen ten feet away, they stopped and listened.

Not a sound but the lapping of the water came to their ears.
"We'll take a good rest and then row Northward, still keeping in the forest," said Henry.
They shipped their oars and drew long, deep breaths of relief and satisfaction.
"Henry," said Shif'less Sol presently in a tone of great exultation, "have you noticed that this is a shore enough gall-yun that we've took?
We didn't know it, but we jest boarded and sailed away with a real treasure ship.

Look!" He opened a locker and took out two fine ornamented guns.
"What are these ?" he said.
"Why, those are fowling pieces," replied Henry, "and they are of the very best English make.

We'll certainly borrow those, Sol." "Yes, an' this end o' the locker is full o' powder an' shot fur 'em.
Thar's no lack o' ammunition, an' look here, Henry, at these!" He took out of another locker three beautiful rapiers with polished hilts and decorated scabbards.
"Spaniards like sech tools ez these," continued the shiftless one, "an' they're mighty purty to look at, but ez fur me give me my good old Kentucky rifle.