Willet laughed under his breath.
"That'll stir 'em, Tayoga," he said.

"You put a little dart squarely in their hearts, and they don't like it.

But they can squirm as much as they please, we're out of their reach now.

Hark, they're answering!" They heard a cry from the savage who had besieged them, but it was followed by a long silence.

The three paddled with their utmost strength, the great muscles on their arms rising and falling with their exertions, and beads of perspiration standing out on their foreheads.
Hours passed.