"There ain't no plan at all.

All we have got to do is to march quietly down to the lake, to take some of the canoes that are hauled up at the mouth of the swamp, and to paddle quietly off, keeping under the trees on the right-hand side.

There ain't many redskins in the woods that way, and the night is as dark as pitch.

We can land eight or ten miles down the lake, and then march away to the right, so as to get clean round the redskins altogether." "Very well, Nat, I will do it," James said.

"It's a chance, but I think it's a better chance than staying here, and if I should get into a row about it, I can't help it.