All were compelled to rest on deck during the night, which was bright, and the moon made it almost like day,--the little cabin was besieged with mosquitoes.

About midnight the Indian, who had not spoken since leaving the St.John, suddenly sprang to his feet and peered over the moon-lit water in the direction of the shore.
Captain Godfrey, who was at the helm, seeing him, thought he was about to make a plunge overboard, and called to his wife who was asleep.

She sprang up, asking what was the matter.

At this moment Paul sang out, "Indians coming." Margaret went to the cabin, got the musket and pointed toward the canoes, three in number, and fired.

The canoes soon after disappeared in the direction of the shore.