They took a diagonal course across the stream once more, but this time toward the eastern shore.

They advanced slowly, hugging the dark.

Fortunately there was no moon and the dusk came close up to the boat.
"That's a right noisy fight," said Shif'less Sol, looking toward the south, where pink and red spots of flame still appeared in the dark and the rattling fire of rifle and musket grew louder.
"More noise than anything else," said Tom Ross, "but it keeps 'em pow'ful busy an' that's a good thing fur us." They were now near the flooded forest on the eastern shore, and they moved slowly along in its shadow, still watching the distant battle.

It lightened a little, the rim of a moon came out, and they saw toward the western bank the dark silhouettes of canoes moving back and forth on the water.

Flashes came from the canoes and returning flashes came from the bank.
"Go it, Spaniard, go it, Injun, go it, one, go it, tother," muttered Shif'less Sol again.
"The Galleon" slowly passed by in the darkness.