He placed his hand on his rifle, in readiness to sit up and fire, but all was still again.

It was a passing remark, made by one redskin to another; in a canoe, for the sound was to his right.

Another long period passed, and then Jonathan sat up and took to his paddle again, and James judged that the danger was over.
Raising his head, he could see nothing except the vague light of the sheet of water on his right.

The boat was still keeping close under the trees, on the left shore of the lake, and he lay back again, and dozed off to sleep.

He was awoke by Jonathan touching his foot.
"You can take your paddle now, captain." He sat up at once, and looked round.