"We must pitch out the two men sleeping in it--you take one and I'll take the other--and then we must seize the oars and pull like mad, because the whole camp will be up." The boat was tied with a rope to a stout sapling and two Spanish soldiers slumbered in great peace inside.

The oars lay beside them.

Henry cut the rope with one sweep of his long-bladed hunting-knife, and then he and Shif'less Sol sprang into the boat.

Each seized a man by the shoulders and lifted him in his powerful arms.

It was a chance that one of the sleepers was Luiz, and, when he was snatched suddenly from blissful dreams to somber fact, he opened his eyes to see bending over him the same grave, tanned being who had rescued him from the raging buffalo.
But it was not a beneficent spirit, because Luiz was tossed bodily the next moment into three feet of muddy water.