There was a moment only in which to study the river to learn if the unfortunate raftsman's body had appeared.

It was not to be seen.

The river ran swiftly and hid all evidence of the tragedy under its smooth surface.

When the brave who had gone back to the raft for the goods joined his companion the two hurried Joe up the bank after the others.
Once upon level ground Joe saw before him an open forest.

On the border of this the Indians stopped long enough to bind the prisoners' wrists with thongs of deerhide.