Robert watched the lithe, brown figure cleave the water, disappear in the bushes and then reappear a moment or two later, rowing a boat.

All had fallen out as the Onondaga had said, and he quickly came back to the western side.
"It is a good boat," he said, "a trophy of our victory, and we will use it.

Take the oars, Dagaeoga, while I put on my clothes again.

Our long wait is over." Robert sprang into the boat, while Tayoga, standing upon the bank, shook himself, making the drops fly from him in a shower.
"Which way did they go ?" asked Robert.
"They crept down the stream among the bushes between the water and the cliff.

They could force their bodies that way but not the boat.