His rifle shot true and his aim was steady.

What chance could Indian Jake have against such skill as that?
Eli plucked the birds immediately, while they were warm, for delay would set the feathers, and his game being sufficient for his present needs, he returned to his bivouac on the point.
It was mid-afternoon the following day before the wind and rain had so far subsided as to permit Eli to turn the point and proceed upon his journey.

Even then, with all his effort, the progress he made against the north-west breeze was so slow that it was not until the following forenoon that he reached The Jug.

Thomas saw him coming and was on the jetty to welcome him.
"How be you, Eli ?" Thomas greeted.

"I'm wonderful glad to see you.
Come right up and have a cup o' tea." "How be you, Thomas?
Is Injun Jake here ?" "He were here," said Thomas, "but he only stops one day to help me get the outfit ready and then he goes on in his canoe to hunt bear up the Nascaupee River whilst he waits there for me to go to the Seal Lake trails.