It was not deemed probable that anything would be seen of their enemies before the morrow, and perhaps not even then.
Dr.Marlowe insisted upon taking his turn in poling, but since there were four vigorous men without him, they would not consent.

When two had toiled for an hour or more, they gave way to the other couple, and the progress thus continued without interruption, while the time slowly dragged along.

The resting spells gave each the opportunity for sleep, thus husbanding their vigor for the morrow.

Finding that there was nothing to which he could turn his hand, the physician reclined at the bow and soon joined the others in dreamland.
It was probably one o'clock when Jack Everson, who had been sleeping for nearly an hour, was awakened by a gentle shaking of his shoulder.
Opening his eyes and looking up he saw Wharton bending over him.
"All right," remarked the American; "I'm ready for my turn," and he rose, yawning, to his feet.
"I think we had better rest until morning." "Why ?" "The current has become so rapid that it is hard to make progress; this stream can't be of much further use to us." It needed but a glance around in the gloom to see that it was as his friend had declared.

The boat was so close to the left-hand shore that it was held motionless by Anderson at the bow, who gripped an overhanging branch, with one hand.