It took but a few moments now for them to embark, and soon they were plying their paddles once more and passing swiftly down the great river. Although they knew Leo was not very loquacious, and so not apt to say much of dangers on ahead, the general feeling of all the others was that the worst of their route had been traversed and that now they were in close touch with civilization.
They were moving along steadily in the bright, warm sunlight, and John and Rob were assisting with paddles on each side of the boat, when all at once they saw the lead-boat leave the center of the channel and shoot to the left toward a high bluff, which, they could see, was surmounted by several buildings.
“What’s the matter?” said Jesse. “Rapids on ahead?”
“No,” said Uncle Dick, “not rapids, but houses and barns! This must be the Boyd farm, and, if so, we’re very likely done with our boating. Heave ho, then, my hearties, and let’s see how fast we can paddle!”
They pulled up presently at the foot of the bluff, where Leo and George lay waiting for them.
“Hallo, Leo! What place is this?” called Jesse.
“This Sam Boyd farm. Steamboat come here—not go more higher,” answered Leo. He steadied the bow of the Bronco as they swung in, and soon all were standing on the shore.
“Plenty house here, plenty farm—trail up there, all way to Revelstruck,” said Leo.