An hour passed and the sun rose higher and higher, flooding the surface of the great stream with golden beams.
"Do you see anything, Henry ?" asked Sol.
"Yes, I think there's a canoe among the trees on the opposite shore." "I reckoned that I saw it, too, but I wuzn't certain.

Must be a scout canoe." "Do you see anything to the southward, Sol ?" "I reckoned that I saw somethin' thar, too, an' I took it fur smoke." "The Spanish camp, of course." "O' course." "And I think the Indians are spying upon it.

They are quite sure now that we were a part of the Spanish force." "They think they know it, an' they'll hang 'roun' until to-night, when they're more'n likely to shoot into the Spanish camp." "Which won't hurt us, Sol." "Not a leetle bit.

We kin sing all the time, 'dog eat dog, go it one, go it tother.'" "Instead of singing," said Henry smiling, "we can put in most of the time sleeping." "Both please me," said Shif'less Sol, rubbing his hands gleefully.
Everything befell as they thought it would.

Other canoes appeared at the edge of the wood on the far shore, but on every occasion further down the river.