The immense rock seemed but the beginning of others rising beyond to the height of a thousand feet, while they broadened to the right and left until they stretched over an extent of several miles.
It seemed to him that these constituted a spur of the Geral range, which extend in a northwesterly direction between the Guapore River (forming a part of the eastern boundary of Bolivia) and the headwaters of the Tapajos and Xingu.

If so, their extent was continuous for a hundred miles.
Ashman had ceased paddling, though, under the faint momentum remaining, the canoe continued slowly moving over the lake and gradually drawing near the rock.

He did not break the silence, but asked himself what could be the reason of Ariel's direction for him to paddle toward the rock.

He supposed there was some place of concealment which she had in mind, though he discerned nothing of that nature.
"We cannot stay there forever," was the practical thought in the mind of the lover, who felt the next moment as though he would be happy to dwell forever anywhere with her.
"After we have staid here until pursuit is given up--_if it ever will be_--then we must leave the country.

I will take her to my home in North America, where I shall love and cherish her and become the envied of all men." "We are approaching the rock," he said, addressing her; "what next, dearest Ariel." "Paddle right on," was the astonishing reply.
He looked at her with a questioning smile.