They may have an ambuscade.

Wait here for me." He crept down the bank and back again before she could fully subdue the tremendous thumping his temerity had started in her left side.
"It's safe and sound," he whispered joyously.

"The idiots have forgotten the boat.

Quick, dear; let's make a dash for it! Their raft is upstream a hundred yards, and it is also deserted.

If we can once get well across the river we can give them the laugh." "But they may shoot us from the bank," she protested as they plunged through the weeds.
"They surely wouldn't shoot a woman!" he cried gayly.
"But you are not a woman!" "And I'm not afraid of mice or men.