"Sh! Something moved over there."
"He's going to cross, I'll be shot if he isn't."
A splash was now heard, as though something had been cast upon the surface of the water, and a moment later, a small Indian canoe, in which was seated a single person, shot from beneath the shrubbery, skimming over the river like a swallow, and headed directly toward the spot where the Riflemen were standing. Dick raised his rifle, but instantly lowered it with a laugh.
"It's nobody but Lew himself. He just fired to scare us."
Propelled by a single paddle, the frail boat sped onward with great celerity, and its prow, in a few moments, grated lightly against the shingle at the feet of the hunters, and their leader stepped forth.
"Been practicing, I see," he remarked.
"A little; you tried your hand, also."
Lewis smiled, as he replied:
"A little fun, of course; but we've got better business on hand."
"Let's hear it, for we are ready for any thing."