"No wonder the posse search these swamps in vain.

This is the lowest and wettest part of the swamp, and would be but lightly searched, for none would suspect that there was a human habitation among these brown ditches and stagnant pools." To his disappointment the lad could hear nothing of the conversation which was going on within the hut.

The murmur of voices came to his ear, but no words were audible; however, he remained patiently, thinking that perhaps as they came out a word might be said which would give him a clue to the object of the mysterious interview between a knight and one who was evidently a fugitive from justice.
His patience was rewarded.

In the half hour which he waited the night had fallen, and a thick fog which was rising over the swamps rendered it difficult to discern anything at the distance of a few paces.
"You are quite sure that you can manage it ?" a voice said as the two men issued from the hut.
"There is no difficulty in managing it," the other replied, "if the boat is punctual to the hour named.

It will be getting dusk then, and if one boat runs into another no one need be surprised.