I don't say as they won't be able to follow our trail--there ain't no saying what redskin eyes can do--but it 'ull take them a long time, anyway.
There ain't much risk of running against any of them in the forest, now.

I guess that most of them followed the canoe down the lake last night.
"Anyway, we are well out from Lake Champlain now.

When we have gone another fifteen mile, we sha'n't be far from the upper arm.

There's a canoe been lying hidden there for the last two years, unless some tramping redskin has found it, which ain't likely." Twenty miles further walking brought them to the shore of the lake.
Following this for another hour, they came upon the spot, where a little stream ran into the lake.
"Here we are," Nat said.

"Fifty yards up here we shall find the canoe." They followed the stream up for a little distance, and then Nat, leaving its edge, made for a clump of bushes a few yards away.