But they were no fresher in the damp sand.

However, the Mohican did not seem satisfied, so we pulled off our thigh-moccasins and waded out.
Although the water looked deep enough along the unseen reef, yet we found nowhere more than four feet, and so crossed to the other side.
But before I could set foot on the shelving sand the Mohican pulled me back into the water and pointed.

There was no doubting the sign we looked upon.

A canoe had landed here within an hour, had been pushed off again with a paddle without anybody landing.

It was as plain as the nose on your face.
Which way had it gone, upstream or down?
If it had gone upstream, the Wyandotte must have seen it and passed it without reporting it.