"Yes," she said, "you've done well with my poor guess, and the boat must be hidden somewhere near here."Then she sank down with exhaustion, and the two older children, unable to walk farther, sank down beside her.But the two who slept soundly on the shoulders of Long Jim and Tom Ross did not awaken.Henry motioned to Jim and Tom to remain there, and Shif'less Sol bent upon them a quizzical and approving look.
"Didn't think it was in you, Jim Hart, you old horny-handed galoot," he said, "carryin' a baby that tender.Knew Jim could sling a little black bar 'roun' by the tail, but I didn't think you'd take to nussin' so easy.""I'd luv you to know, Sol Hyde," said Jim Hart in a tone of high condescension, "that Tom Ross an' me are civilized human bein's.
In face uv danger we are ez brave ez forty thousand lions, but with the little an' the weak we're as easy an' kind an' soft ez human bein's are ever made to be.""You're right, old hoss," said Tom Ross.
"Well," said the shiftless one, "I can't argify with you now, ez the general hez called on his colonel, which is me, an' his major, which is Paul, to find him a nice new boat like one o'
them barges o' Clepatry that Paul tells about, all solid silver, with red silk sails an' gold oars, an' we're meanin' to do it."Fortune was with them, and in a quarter of an hour they discovered, deep among bushes growing in the shallow water, a large, well-made boat with two pairs of oars and with small supplies of parched corn and venison hidden in it.
"Good luck an' bad luck come mixed," said the shift-less one, "an' this is shorely one o' our pieces o' good luck.The woman an' the children are clean tuckered out, an' without this boat we could never hev got them back.Now it's jest a question o'
rowin' an' fightin'."
"Paul and I will pull her out to the edge of the clear water,"said Henry, "while you can go back and tell the others, Sol.""That just suits a lazy man," said Sol, and he walked away jauntily.Under his apparent frivolity he concealed his joy at the find, which he knew to be of such vast importance.He approached the dusky group, and his really tender heart was stirred with pity for the rescued captives.Long Jim and Silent Tom held the smaller two on their shoulders, but the older ones and the woman, also, had fallen asleep.Sol, in order to conceal his emotion, strode up rather roughly.Mary Newton awoke.
"Did you find anything?" she asked.
"Find anything?" repeated Shif'less Sol."Well, Long Jim an' Tom here might never hev found anything, but Henry an' Paul an' me, three eddicated men, scholars, I might say, wuz jest natcherally bound to find it whether it wuz thar or not.Yes, we've unearthed what Paul would call an argosy, the grandest craft that ever floated on this here creek, that I never saw before, an'
that I don't know the name uv.She's bein' floated out now, an'
I, the Gran' Hidalgo an' Majordomo, hev come to tell the princes and princesses, an' the dukes and dukesses, an' all the other gran' an' mighty passengers, that the barge o' the Dog o' Venice is in the stream, an' the Dog, which is Henry Ware, is waitin', settin' on the Pup to welcome ye.""Sol," said Long Jim, "you do talk a power uv foolishness, with your Dogs an' Pups.""It ain't foolishness," rejoined the shiftless one."I heard Paul read it out o' a book oncet, plain ez day.They've been ruled by Dogs at Venice for more than a thousand years, an' on big 'casions the Dog comes down a canal in a golden barge, settin' on the Pup.I'll admit it 'pears strange to me, too, but who are you an' me, Jim Hart, to question the ways of foreign countries, thousands o' miles on the other side o' the sea?""They've found the boat," said Tom Ross, "an' that's enough!""Is it really true?" asked Mrs.Newton.
"It is," replied Shif'less Sol, "an' Henry an' Paul are in it, waitin' fur us.We're thinkin', Mrs.Newton, that the roughest part of your trip is over."In another five minutes all were in the boat, which was a really fine one, and they were delighted.Mary Newton for the first time broke down and wept, and no one disturbed her.The five spread the blankets on the bottom of the boat, where the children soon went to sleep once more, and Tom Ross and Shif'less Sol took the oars.
"Back in a boat ag'in," said the shiftless one exultantly.
"Makes me feel like old times.My fav'rite mode o' travelin'
when Jim Hart, 'stead o' me, is at the oars.""Which is most o' the time," said Long Jim.
It was indeed a wonderful change to these people worn by the wilderness.They lay at ease now, while two pairs of powerful arms, with scarcely an effort, propelled the boat along the stream.The woman herself lay down on the blankets and fell asleep with the children.Henry at the prow, Tom Ross at the stern, and Paul amidships watched in silence, but with their rifles across their knees.They knew that the danger was far from over.Other Indians were likely to use this stream, unknown to them, as a highway, and those who survived of their original captors could pick up their trail by daylight.And the Senecas, being mad for revenge, would surely get help and follow.
