"The Spaniards o' course, know nothin' about our fight, ez they wuz much too fur off to hear the shots, an', ez we go down that way, the savages likely will think that we belong to the party, which is too strong for them to attack.

This must be some band that Braxton Wyatt don't know nothin' about.

Maybe it's a gang o' southern Indians that's come away up here in canoes." The boat swung close to the western shore, which was overhung throughout by heavy forests, and then dropped silently down until it came within two miles of the Spanish camp.

There, in a particularly dark cove, they tied up to a tree, and drew mighty breaths of relief.

Both Henry and Paul felt an intense gladness.