The Hon. Morison could scarce repress a
shout of exultation. Quickly the two slid down the drooping branches
into the boat. The black seized the paddle and Baynes shoved them
out from beneath the tree. A second later the canoe shot out upon
the bosom of the river and headed toward the opposite shore and
the camp of the Swede. Baynes squatted in the bow, straining his
eyes after the men pulling the other canoes upon the bank across
from him. He saw Malbihn step from the bow of the foremost of the
little craft. He saw him turn and glance back across the river. He
could see his start of surprise as his eyes fell upon the pursuing
canoe, and called the attention of his followers to it.
Then he stood waiting, for there was but one canoe and two
men--little danger to him and his followers in that. Malbihn was
puzzled. Who was this white man? He did not recognize him though
Baynes' canoe was now in mid stream and the features of both its
occupants plainly discernible to those on shore. One of Malbihn's
blacks it was who first recognized his fellow black in the person
of Baynes' companion.
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