A single pair of oars lay crossed in the bottom and beside these was an old coat and some ordinary fishing tackle--but nothing to arouse any interest.

Without doubt it belonged to Amos Shrunk, and had been left here after the return from some excursion either up or down the river.

I was still staring at these things, and speculating about them, when the negro called out from a distance that he had found the path.

Rene answered his hail, standing up in the boat, and I hastened back to help her ashore.
We had scarcely exchanged words during the entire night, but now she accepted my proffered hand gladly, and with a smile, springing lightly from the deck to the insecure footing of the log.
"I do not intend that you shall leave me behind," she said, glancing about with a shudder.

"This is such a horrid place." "The way before us looks scarcely better," I answered, vainly endeavoring to locate Sam.