He delighted the chief by making him understand that he and his companion would accompany them in the boats.

The word was conveyed to his warriors, and a wild chatter of joy went up from among them.

They fell upon their faces and groaned in mighty discord.
Within a quarter of an hour the light bark canoes were speeding toward the harbor mouth, big brown arms manning the paddles vigorously.
Ridgeway and Tennys sat facing each other in the foremost boat, the chief steering.

Their turtle shell was in another boat, and Hugh did not forget the good old spar that lay on the beach below.

Hour after hour passed, the oarsmen paddling the same stroke, never tiring, never faltering.