They felt that they had never done a better night's work.

They had a splendid boat filled with the most useful supplies.

As Sol truthfully said, it was one thing to walk a thousand miles through the woods to New Orleans and another to float down on the current in a comfortable boat.

They had cause for their deep satisfaction.
They pulled with strong, steady strokes across the Mississippi, taking a diagonal course, and they stopped now and then to look for a possible enemy.

But they saw nothing, and at last their boat touched the western shore.