"We heard them speak just now." Presently the boat began to move again, but so quietly, that it was only by looking at the dark masses of the boughs, that stretched out overhead, that James knew the boat was in motion.

Jonathan now crouched in the bottom of the boat, and placed his hand on Nat's shoulder as a sign for him to do the same.

The time seemed endless to James, as he lay there.

It was too dark, under the trees, for him even to see the outline of Nat's figure.

The boat was, he was sure, moving; for occasionally, as he lay on his back, it grew lighter overhead, as they passed under openings in the trees.
Suddenly his heart gave a bound, and he nearly started, for a guttural voice spoke, seemingly within a few feet of the canoe.