“Do you see the river? It must flow near here. Let us go forward in the direction of the lights.”
Their progress was stopped within three hundred feet by a stream which flowed southwest, and which must pass near where the savage camp was located. It was thus evident why the pickets were on the north and northwesterly side only.
“How far off do you think those lights are?” asked George.
“I estimate them at about three miles, probably more.”
George recalled the first lights which they had seen beyond West River, the first time they made the trip to the west. The lights looked just like the ones now before them.
“Can you make any estimate of the number in the camp?”
“I judge there are fully fifty there, as I saw four groups. The night is not clear enough to enable me to make this statement positively, but there are not more than that.”
“Would it not be well to go to the village?”
“That would not be as hazardous a task as the one we have just undertaken. It will mean swimming the river, and if you are prepared for that I am only too anxious to make the trip.”
Before they had started a commotion was plainly heard in the camp to their right.