They scarcely knew what to think of it at first, but as the ark floated past they made sure that it was Lewis; and Captain Royce at once ordered the men at the sweeps to veer inshore. So swift was the current, however, that the ark floated on for a mile or more before a landing could be effected.
But they had no more than carried a line ashore to some willows, growing on a low point, when Tige, barking joyously, burst through the cane thickets, and was followed a moment later by Lewis himself. And with him—to the astonishment of the arksmen—was a brawny Indian, decked out after the manner of a Chickasaw chief, but grinning broadly and holding up his right hand in token of a peaceful intent.
CHAPTER X
“SAM HOKOMOKE”
“You needn’t be scared!” Lewis exclaimed, for Moses was getting his rifle. “He’s somebody you know. Guess who he is! Guess! Guess! Hurry and guess—only you’ll never guess! And he got me out of the river!”
The captain and Lincoln stared with all their eyes, as Lewis and his big rescuer came aboard, the Indian grinning broadly and offering to shake hands.
“Me come see my son,” he announced in good, but halting, English. “Me James Claiborne one time. Now me Sam Hokomoke.” “He’s a chief,” added Lewis, excitedly. “A Chickasaw chief.”
“James Claiborne!” ejaculated Marion.
