These Indians won't dream we'd try to run the river after dark, and we'll slip by under cover." The sun glazed over; clouds moved up from the north; a cold wind swept the tips of the spruces, and rain commenced to drive in gusts.

By the time it was dark not an Indian showed himself.

They were housed from the storm.

Lights twinkled in the teepees and the big log cabins of the trading company.

Jones scouted round till pitchy black night, when a freezing, pouring blast sent him back to the protection of the tarpaulin.