As the line of the pieces of bark pointed directly toward these, there was but little doubt that here they were launched upon the water.
"It can't be dat Quanonshet and Madokawandock is dere," mused Hans Vanderbum, "for to try to worry deir poor old fader.

Dey're too big Dutchmen to build such boats, and dey wouldn't know how to make 'em float under me if dey did.

No; dere's somebody out on dat tree, and he's doing it to make me look up at him.

I'm looking but I can't see notting." He shaded his eyes as he spoke, and looked long and searchingly at the tree, but for a considerable time could discover nothing unusual about it.

At length, however, he fancied that he saw one of the limbs sway gently backward and forward in a manner that could hardly be caused by the wind.