"What do the people say about him?
What does your father say ?" Tole shrugged.

"He say not'ing," he said cautiously.

He could not be induced to commit himself further in this direction.
They built their raft, and loading up, started without untoward incident.

Traveling day and night, allowing for stoppages and delays, they expected to be nearly five days on the way.
On the third day, Ambrose chafing at their slow progress, put the dugout overboard, and set off ahead to warn the settlement of their coming.

He had no hesitation leaving the raft with the Grampierre boys; they could handle it better than himself.
He paddled all day, and at night cut down a tree so that it would fall in the water, and tied his canoe to it, that he might not be blown ashore while he slept.
For hours he lay waiting for sleep, watching the stars circle round his head as his canoe was swung in the eddies, and considering his situation.
He could not rest for his eagerness to be at the end of his journey, though he had no hope of what awaited there--that is to say not much hope; there is always a perhaps.
But how could Colina relent when she beheld him arriving laden with ammunition to make war upon her?
Ambrose wondered sadly if any lover before him ever found himself in such a plight.
By ten o'clock next morning he was within a mile or two of Grampierre's place.