I imagine that their war canoes will now come in a kind of half circle toward the center of the river.

They'll guess that we won't retreat toward the land, because then we might be hemmed in." "No doubt of it," replied Sol, "and I think we'd better pull off toward the north now.

Mebbe we kin give 'em the slip." Henry gave the word and Paul steered the boat in the chosen course.

The forest grew thinner, showing that they were approaching the true stream, but the fog held fast.

After a hundred yards or so they stopped again, and then they distinctly heard the sound of paddles to their right.