It was too far away for them to see anything else, but they heard distinctly the intermittent crackle of the shots.
"Neither will win," said Henry.

"The Spaniards are too strong to be defeated, but they won't venture the unknown terrors of the river at night.

The Indians, who are in their canoes, will draw off when they find they are not doing much harm." "Wish we could put up that sail," said Shif'less Sol, who was still at the oars.

"I'm shore gittin' a callous lump in the pa'm o' my hand." "It wouldn't do, Sol," said Henry.

"We're going to run past a battle, and we mean to lie as low as possible." Paul again steered, Henry sat, rifle in hand, and the others rowed.