Brave, calm, unmoved, she stood over her boy at the bow of the sloop.

On the nearer approach of the object she discovered it was a canoe, with someone leisurely paddling it along.

It had almost drifted by the vessel when, to her surprise, it suddenly turned, and ran straight as an arrow for the side of the sloop.
Mrs Godfrey, in a loud, firm tone, sang out: "Pull away, or I'll shoot you!" The canoe was turned about in an instant, and as quick came floating over the water the words: "Me, Paul: Me, Paul Guidon!" She threw him a small line and then invited him to come on board, immediately resuming her former position with the musket by her side.
The Indian came on board, fastened his frail bark and stood for a moment watching the retreating tide.

Mrs.Godfrey asked him to come forward, while little Charlie was shaking as though he would fall in pieces.

He obeyed her, and stepped forward.