THE BOY TRAILER AT WORK.
It needed no second look to convince Mason that it was the giant's canoe his eyes beheld, nor did he stop to examine the moving object more closely.
Having arranged his course of action long before, he now stepped quietly into the water, and when it reached as high as his neck, began swimming out.
So dexterous were the movements of the boy trailer, whose cause Custer had taken up so readily, and might have carried out but for his untimely death, that no sound resulted from his locomotion through the water, beyond that which even the most suspicious of mortals would take to be the swishing of the wind-driven wavelets.
When the canoe came even with the spot on which he had stood before entering the water, Mason was directly in front of it.
As only his head remained above the water and the giant's direction was directed further on, it was not strange that Red Goliath failed to discover anything suspicious just at the prow of his canoe.
The boat glided past, and Mason's hand sought the ring he had hunted up previously.
Luckily he found it, and in this way managed to keep alongside of the boat, just behind the giant.
Red Goliath stood up like a statue, and for such he might indeed have been taken but for the regular pendulum motion of his arms, as the paddle was shifted from side to side, in order that the momentum caused by the current might be materially aided by long silent sweeps.
Adele sat in the bow, motionless.