"There must be; there are not enough of the Shawanoes to be everywhere."
"Not that, but a place where we can cross; ye must bear in mind that it's not me that can jump like yersilf."
"There must be some spot where the banks come close together. A stream generally grows narrower the nearer you approach the source."
"True, if it runs between the rocks all the way, as it does above the falls."
There was logic in these words, and his friend could not deny it.
"I agree with you, Larry; but if the rocks disappear and the torrent widens, then it must be so slow that we can either swim or wade it. There isn't any chance of our reaching the block-house except by the trail, and that is on the other side."
"But what about the two that wint across a little while ago?"
"We must look out for them, and for the others, too; we are not through with them yet."
"I agree with ye now."