This was successful in a little while. The guide opened his black eyes and stared about, then tried to get up. He comprehended at once what had occurred, and a look of gratitude came to his dark face.
“You’re worth a dozen drowned men,” announced Merry, in his cheeriest voice. “If you can lie in that water a little while without too much discomfort, I’ll try to catch your canoe with this one. The waves are carrying it down the bay.”
John Caribou did not seem to hear this. His eyes were fixed on Merry’s face.
“Caribou, him not forget soon! Not forget soon!”
Only a few words, but they were said so earnestly that Merriwell could not fail to understand the deep thankfulness that lay behind them.
CHAPTER IV.
HANS DUNNERWUST SHOOTS A DEER.
Two days later Merriwell’s party moved from the island to a high, dry point on the mainland, where the tents were repitched and where they hoped to spend the remainder of their stay on Lily Bay. It was an ideal camping place, and freer from mosquitoes than the island had been.