With a skill as wonderful as it was rare even among his own people, he _regulated_ his movements while submerged, in such a manner that they operated to carry both combatants _up_-stream, had there been no current, so that when they came to the surface, it was very nearly in the same spot that they had gone down.
But Oonomoo and the Miami had whipped out their knives, and they raised them aloft at the same instant.

But neither descended.

They were still in the air, when the one spoke the simple word.

"Heigon!" and the other simultaneously with him uttered the name of "Oonomoo," and the hands of both dropped beside them.

Without speaking, the Miami grasped the edge of the rock and clambered to the surface, and beckoned for the Huron to follow; but the latter held back, and whispered, in the tongue of his companion: "Miamis on shore wait to make Oonomoo a prisoner." "Oonomoo is the friend of Heigon, and the Miamis will not injure him." [Illustration: But Oonomoo and the Miami had whipped out their knives.] The Huron hesitated no longer, but the next moment stood beside the Miami on the broad mass of stone.