"Me know, a'right. Me know white woman. Me know Dane."
"You were sure that I couldn't keep away from her?"
"A-ha-ha."
"But I never did such a thing before, Pete. When did you ever know me to run after a woman?"
"Dane find good white woman. Dane mak' no mistake."
"I have made no mistake," was the emphatic reply. "I am glad you like her, Pete."
"White woman good; tak' care babby, all sam' mamma. Bimeby Pete——"
He suddenly paused, and laid his right hand upon his companion's arm. But Dane's ears were as keen as his own, and he, too, had heard the sound of an approaching canoe. It was coming down river, and in a few minutes it was abreast of them. Nothing could the two concealed men see, but as the strange craft was sweeping by, a voice broke the silence.
"Is everything ready?" was the question Dane heard asked.
"Yes, Seth's looking after the plans," came a reply.