"I will endeavor to take care of myself," I replied, as we pushed off.
Mr. Gracewood took the oars, and I was permitted to rest myself, after the severe fatigue and excitement of the day.
"Is there any danger now, father?" asked Ella.
"No, child, I don't think there is," replied Mr. Gracewood.
"Do you think there is, Phil?" she added, appealing to me.
"No; but I should like to know where those two dugouts are."
"According to your story, one of them has gone adrift, and the other is up this river," said Mr. Gracewood. "Is your rifle in order, Phil?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then keep a sharp lookout, Phil; and I think we shall be all right."
And we were all right till we reached a point near the mouth of Fish River, where I discovered a dugout moving out into the Missouri, and containing three men.