"I'm not so sure it will screen us!" said Brand, "them savages are cunnin' rascals!"
"Where there's hope," remarked Turk, "there's no use of throwin' clouds over the same."
The fog came fast, and finally thickening around the party, they seemed enclosed in a wall of darkness.
"Hark!" said Harry, suddenly, as the dip of the canoe's paddles were heard. "We must get the raft round, and try another course!"
This, with some difficulty was done, when the clumsy vessel was urged along to the southward.
"Now, then, still as mice!" said Harry.
He was obeyed, those on the raft scarcely breathing.
A moment later something dark, indistinctly seen, was observed gliding along past the raft and within twenty fathoms of it!
It was the canoe!
The weary hours of night wore away.