CHAPTER XV. UNITED.
A week had passed since Dick Dare and Fritz made their escape from the Indians. They had paddled steadily down the river, and by making their night stops short and their day trips long, they had almost reached the point where they were to leave the canoes and take to the trail again.
"Guess we'll camp here to-night," said Dick, when it had grown so dark that further traveling was risky. "It looks like a good spot and we'll get an early start and try to reach the end of our river journey by to-morrow night."
Fritz breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yah," he said. "It looks already like a goot blace to sleep."
"Well, we are on the last stage of the trip now," said Dick, "and if we can keep up this pace we will get to Vincennes ahead of time."
"Vhere iss Tom und Tim Murphies, I vonder?" commented Fritz. "Ve shall be at Vinzennes pefore dhose two, I think it, yes, no?"
"I'm surprised that Tom and Tim haven't joined us before this," Dick said. "Perhaps they haven't fared very well in the British troop. They seemed to have their liberty, though, so I don't see why they shouldn't be right along behind us."