"Even death itself, Lily," replied Dan, solemnly.
"But there will be no people out on the lake in the night—will there?"
"There may be; but we may not find a good place to conceal ourselves during the day. We may be discovered, for there are more people at the lower end of the lake than in the part where we have been."
"We will pray to God, Dan, every day, and He will protect us, as He has before," added Lily, confidingly.
"And while we do that, we must be very careful. There is one thing I have been dreading ever since we began to prepare for this cruise."
"What is that, Dan?"
"You know Mr. Lascelles?"
"Yes; he spends a week at Redlawn every year, and master used to stay a week at his plantation."
"He lives down this way somewhere—I don't exactly know where. The Isabel, I think, came down here one year; if so, I am afraid they will know the boat."
"Possifus!" exclaimed Cyd, who had been silently listening to this conversation. "Dey'll ketch us, for shore."