Henry and Sol sat in the boat, silent but watchful.
"We're between two fires," whispered Henry at last.

"I don't think that war party will give up just yet, and maybe we'd better stick here in the woods for a while, on the chance that they think we belong to the Spanish force and have rejoined it." "We've got to stay in hidin' fur a spell, that's shore," said Shif'less Sol.

"We might stick here all day.

We kin overtake the Spaniards any time, cause we have only one road to foller an' that's the river." Henry nodded and they settled back to the watch and silence.

Their three comrades stretched on seats, lockers, or the boat's bottom, slept soundly, and they could hear their regular breathing.