All heard, however, now and then the faint splash, splash of paddles, perhaps a hundred yards distant.

Henry tried to tell from the sounds how many war canoes might be in the party, and he hazarded a wild guess of twenty.

As he listened, the splash grew a little louder.

Obviously the canoes were keeping on the right course.

Shif'less Sol wet his finger and held it up.
When he took it down he whispered in some alarm to Henry: "The wind has begun to blow, an' it's shore to rise.