We've got mighty little venison." "It is so," said Tayoga, using his favorite words of assent.

Neither he nor Robert resumed the paddle, leaving the work for the rest of the way to the hunter, who was fully equal to the task.

His powerful arms swept the broad blade through the water, and the canoe shot forward at a renewed pace.

Long practice and training had made him so skillful at the task that his breath was not quickened by the exertion.

It was a pleasure to Robert to watch the ease and power with which he did so much.
The lake widened as they advanced, and through a change in the color of the sky the water here seemed silver rather than blue.