There was a slough or a creek leading out of it on the other side that went miles away, I don't know where, but it didn't go to the river.

The meal sifted out and made a little track all the way to the lake.

I dropped pap's whetstone there too, so as to look like it had been done by accident.
Then I tied up the rip in the meal sack with a string, so it wouldn't leak no more, and took it and my saw to the canoe again.
It was about dark now; so I dropped the canoe down the river under some willows that hung over the bank, and waited for the moon to rise.

I made fast to a willow; then I took a bite to eat, and by and by laid down in the canoe to smoke a pipe and lay out a plan.

I says to myself, they'll follow the track of that sackful of rocks to the shore and then drag the river for me.