There fortunately for them the trees and bushes were thick to the water's edge, and the shore was very low.

In fact, the river, owing to the flood, overlapped the bushes.
They redoubled their caution, using every art and device of woodcraft to approach without noise.

They could see the flare of the camp fire beyond the bushes, and now and then they caught sight of a sentinel's head.

They felt amply justified in this attempt, for Alvarez had not only held Paul a prisoner, but was plotting with the Indian chiefs to slay all the white people in Kentucky.
"Here are the boats," whispered Henry.
There they were, eight in number, large, strong boats, every one with several pairs of oars, and tied with ropes to the bushes.
The eyes of Shif'less Sol watered as he gazed.
"They look pow'ful good to a lazy man," he said, "I could shorely sleep mighty comf'table in one o' them while Jim Hart wuz pullin' at the oars." "I think the small one at the end nearest to us would just suit our party," said Henry; "although it has more, it could be handled easily with a single pair of oars." "Shorely!" said Shif'less Sol, "but how to git away with it is now the question." It was indeed a problem, vexing and likewise dangerous.

A sentinel, musket on shoulder, walked up and down in front of the Spanish navy, and he seemed to be very wide awake.