But Paul did not know it, and suddenly he stopped.
"Why, what has become of the river ?" he exclaimed, pointing ahead.
The stream seemed to stop against a bank of logs and foliage.
Henry laughed softly.
"It is the great natural raft," he said.

"There is where we are to hide." He hastened his steps, wading as rapidly as he could, and Paul kept by his side.

He comprehended Henry's plan, their last and desperate chance.

In a few moments more they were at the great raft, and in the bank, amid a dense, almost impenetrable mass of foliage, they hid their rifles and ammunition.

Henry uttered a deep sigh as he did it.
"I hate like everything to leave them," he said, "but if we come to close quarters with any of those fellows, we must trust to our knives and hatchets." Then he turned reluctantly away.