When the twilight was completely gone they steered once more for the main stream, not using their sail yet, because of the boughs and bushes.
"We've got to keep in the edge of the forest," whispered Henry, and in that manner they crept cautiously southward.

After a while they stopped suddenly and all exclaimed together.

They distinctly heard the sound of rifle shots straight toward the south and perhaps a mile away.
"The savages hev attacked," said Shif'less Sol in a whisper.

"Go it, Spaniard, go it, Injun, one may lick and tother may lick, but whether one may lick tother or tother lick which.

I don't care." They pulled a little nearer to the last line of trees in the water and there off to the south they saw the little pinkish dots that marked the rifle and musket fire.