"Where are the canoes?" he said. "He was going to spear you, and I had to shoot. Quick, quick!"
And the girl ran to the dead man. When she saw who it was she came back.
"Where are the canoes, girl?" asked Smith again.
And she nodded, and ran as they followed her close. The next moment they were at the water's edge in a narrow-cut gully. The girl thrust the canoes out.
"We must take both," said Smith.
And as he got into one, the Baker sprang into the other. The girl shoved both off into deep water, but as the Baker's left the ground, she sprang into it, and grasped a paddle. They shot out upon the slow, dark stream.
But behind them they heard a terrible shouting and clamour. And above the hubbub rose the cry, "Brodarro."
CHAPTER XV.
THE FIGHT ON THE RIVER.
The current in the river was running barely a mile an hour, and it was difficult to make the canoes go more than four or five, even by paddling desperately. And at first they did not dare paddle too hard, for fear of being heard.