If we can get into them we are safe." "Can I help ?" asked Venning, having set out the rifles in the well, with the ammunition handy.
"Whistle for a wind.

That's all.

Fix your eyes on the islands, Compton, and slip in where they are thickest." "Ay, ay," muttered Compton, frowning under the stress of his excitement.
Venning searched for the field-glasses, and as the island they had passed sank low astern, he swept the river for sign of the pursuing launch.
"By Jove!" he muttered, with a start.
"Well ?" "She has shifted her course.

I can see the white of her hull right under the trees on the south bank." "She must have gained a lot, then," grunted Mr.Hume, "if you can see her hull." "She's making out again.

Perhaps she put in to speak a native village, and maybe they have not seen us; we are low in the water." "They'll see us soon enough.