They were far out now, on a broad sheet of water.

There were some faint lights, as of fires burning low, high up to the left behind them; and he knew that they had already passed Ticonderoga, and were making their way along Lake Champlain.
They paddled for some hours, and then landed on the right-hand side of the lake.
"We are not likely to be disturbed here," Nat said, as they lifted the canoe from the water.

"The Indians, coming down from Crown Point, would keep on the other side of the lake.

They will all make for Ticonderoga, and will not think of keeping a lookout for anyone, as far down the lakes as this." "That was a close shave with that canoe, Nat.

It startled me, when I heard the voice close to us.