17/25 Great flocks of white birds wheeled screaming above the swaying tree-tops. The sun had risen on the east coast. He rose and glanced rapidly up and down the river. His eye detected Babalatchi's boat astern, and another small black speck on the glittering water, which was Taminah's canoe. He moved cautiously forward, and, kneeling, took up a paddle; Nina at the stern took hers. |