Somehow
Mary Newton had become possessed of a great faith. She noticed
the skill, speed, and success with which the five always worked,
and, so long given up to despair, she now went to the other
extreme. With such friends as these coming suddenly out of the
void, everything must succeed. She had no doubt of it, but lay
peacefully on the bottom of the boat, not at all disturbed by the
sound of the shots.
Paul and Sol after a while relieved Long Jim and Tom at the oars.
The Iroquois thought it a chance to creep up again, but they were
driven back by a third bullet, and once more kept their distance.
Shif'less Sol, while he pulled as powerfully as Tom Ross, whose
place he had taken, nevertheless was not silent.
"I'd like to know the feelin's o' Braxton Wyatt an' that feller
Butler," he said. " Must be powerful tantalizin' to them to see
us here, almost where they could stretch out their hands an' put
'em on us. Like reachn' fur ripe, rich fruit, an' failin' to git
it by half a finger's length."
"They are certainly not pleased," said Henry," but this must end
some way or other, you know."
"I say so, too, now that I'm a-rowin'," rejoined the shiftless
one, "but when my turn at the oars is finished I wouldn't care.
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