"We must look out for ourselves now. The best thing we can do is to get off this infernal island, which has been the scene of such misfortune to us. I am afraid that if we remain much longer, you will take it into your head to perform some such a feat, and I shall be left alone."
"No, indeed, I won't, there's no danger of that," added Hezekiah, so eagerly and earnestly that it brought a smile to the face of Waring.
"It is yet early in the forenoon, and I suppose we shall be compelled to remain here until night."
"Of course we shall! It won't do to start out in the river in open daylight. We'd be killed before we had gone a dozen inches."
"Hello! did you hear that?" exclaimed Waring.
Several whoops were heard upon the Kentucky shore, apparently in answer to these which had been uttered some minutes before by the captors of Pat Mulroony. Peering through the trees, Waring added:
"There is a party of the thieves, coming off from the mainland in a canoe. Get ready for hot work."
"Drat the things—can't we hide?" anxiously asked Hezekiah, looking around him for any place that might offer.
"No; we must stand our ground; they have just started."