We had best be showing them our heels now, and get as far ahead as we can, by the time it is quite dark." James laid by his rifle and again took his paddle, and, as all were rowing at the top of their speed, they gradually increased the distance between themselves and their pursuers.

Rapidly the gap of water widened, and when darkness fell on the lake, the fugitives were more than half a mile ahead of their pursuers.

The night was dark, and a light mist rising from the water further aided them.

When night had set in, the pursuing canoes could no longer be seen.
For another half hour they paddled on, without intermitting their efforts, then, to James's surprise, Nat turned the head of the canoe to the western shore.

He asked no question, however, having perfect faith in Nat's sagacity.