“Now then,” said Brazier, as the rough, swift water of the river was once more reached, “shall we wait to give them another lesson or go on?”
“Go on,” said Shaddy firmly. “They may not follow us up now. Mind, I only hope that; but we shall see.”
Chapter Thirty Seven.
The Last Days.
Food was served out, the men drank eagerly of the water passed to them, and poling, wading, and tracking with a rope, the boat began to ascend the rapid, while the long lake-like reach was left behind, a turn or two completely hiding the enemy from sight; and though twice over they heard their shouts and yells, the scare created by the explosion had been sufficient to make them give the party what Shaddy called “a wide berth.”
“How far have we to go up this river?” asked Brazier as the men toiled on, wading and tracking in a part that was one furious torrent, which threatened to swamp the boat.
“Ah, that’s what I can’t tell you, sir,” answered the old sailor. “I’ve only got notions, you see.”
“Notions, man?”