Bordine fell into a troubled slumber, from which he was awakened by a sound from the murmuring creek.
Instantly his senses were on the alert.
He felt anxious to be at home, to alleviate the fears that he knew his mother must undergo on account of his continued absence.
"Somebody is coming," he thought.
Then he listened as he could with the beating fever in his head.
The dip of a paddle!
It was this that had wakened him.
He roused to a sitting posture and gazed through the open side of the shanty down toward the water.
A man had just landed from an Indian canoe, and stood on the bank, regarding him in evident astoundment. August could scarcely repress a cry.
And no wonder.