Here Sol uttered their favorite signal, the cry of the wolf, and it was quickly answered from the brush.
"They're all right," said Henry, and presently they heard the light footsteps of the three coming fast.
"Here, Paul, here we are!" called out Sol a few moments later, "an' min', Paul, that your moccasins are clean.

We don't allow no dirty footsteps on this magnificent, silver-plated gall-yun o' ours, an' ez fur Jim Hart, ef the Mississippi wuzn't so muddy I'd make him take a bath afore he come aboard." Henry and the shiftless one certainly enjoyed the surprise of their comrades who stood staring.
"I suppose you cut her out, took her from the Spaniards ?" said Paul.
"We shorely did," replied Sol, "an', Paul, she's a shore enough gall-yun, one o' the kind you told us them Spaniards had, 'cause she's full o' good things.

Jest come on board an' look." The three were quickly on the boat and they followed Sol with surprise and delight, as he showed them their new treasures one by one.
"You've named her right, Sol," said Paul.

"She is a galleon to us, sure enough, and that's what we'll call her, 'The Galleon.' When we have time, Sol, you and I will cut that name on her with our knives." They tied their boat to a sapling and kept the oars and themselves aboard.
Tom Ross volunteered to keep the watch for the few hours that were left of the night.

The others disposed themselves comfortably in the boat, wrapped their bodies in the beautiful new Spanish blankets, and were soon sound asleep.
Tom sat in the prow of the boat, his rifle across his knees, and his keen hunting knife by his side.