Willy, however, did not need to listen.

He knew! "I don't believe it is water that we hear," muttered Lieutenant Wingate.
"Him water," muttered the Indian.

"Moon come up.

Good!" The moon at full, after being hidden from view for nearly a week, rose above the tops of the trees, thinning the darkness that lay heavy on the river, the full light not yet having reached the Little Big Branch at that point.

Hippy shaded his straining eyes and gazed upstream.