The sight of that smoke had not come too soon.
There was a shout from the bank followed by the crash of bodies among the undergrowth.
"Smoke me, but here they are! A-floatin' down the river in their own boat, as comfortable as two lords!" It was the voice of Shif'less Sol, and his face, side by side with that of Ross, the guide, appeared among the trees at the river's brink.

Henry felt a great flush of joy when he saw them, and waved his hands.

Paul, awakened by the shouts, was in a daze at first, but when he beheld old friends again his delight was intense.
Henry thrust a pole against the bottom and shoved the raft to the bank.
Then he and Paul sprang ashore and shook hands again and again with Ross and Sol.

Ross told of the long search for the two boys.

He and Mr.Ware and Shif'less Sol and a half dozen others had never ceased to seek them.
They feared at one time that they had been carried off by savages, but nowhere did they find Indian traces.