At the first sign of danger from shore he could cut the rope with a single slash of his knife and push the boat far out into the current.
But there was no indication of danger nor did the indefinable sixth sense, that came of long habit and training, warn him of any.

Instead, it remained a peaceful night, though dark, and Tom looked contemplatively at his comrades.

He was the oldest of the little party and a man of few words, but he was deeply attached to his four faithful comrades.

Silently he gave thanks that his lot was cast with those whom he liked so well.
The night passed away and up came a beautiful dawn of rose and gold.

Tom Ross awakened his comrades.
"The day is here," he said, "an' we must be up an' doin' ef we're goin' to keep on the trail o' them Spanish fellers." "All right," said Shif'less Sol, opening his eyes.