Jim noted his look--a strange, steady glance it was--and then saw him fix his eyes upon Nell, watching her until the canoe passed around the green-bordered bend in the stream.
Unmistakable signs of an Indian town were now evident.

Dozens of graceful birchen canoes lay upon the well-cleared banks; a log bridge spanned the stream; above the slight ridge of rising ground could be seen the poles of Indian teepees.
As the canoe grated upon the sandy beach a little Indian boy, who was playing in the shallow water, raised his head and smiled.
"That's an Indian boy," whispered Kate.
"The dear little fellow!" exclaimed Nell.
The boy came running up to them, when they were landed, with pleasure and confidence shining in his dusky eyes.

Save for tiny buckskin breeches, he was naked, and his shiny skin gleamed gold-bronze in the sunlight.

He was a singularly handsome child.
"Me--Benny," he lisped in English, holding up his little hand to Nell.
The action was as loving and trusting as any that could have been manifested by a white child.

Jonathan Zane stared with a curious light in his dark eyes; Mr.Wells and Jim looked as though they doubted the evidence of their own sight.