,
which already had begun to leak from want of caulking. Close to us was
a rock, very similar to the one we had left, and to this we resolved to
fly if we were again attacked; but Manco and the Indians expressed an
opinion that the _Cashibos_ would not attempt to follow us across the
stream.

As soon as daylight returned, all hands set to work to finish the canoe.
Some went to collect more bees' wax and bark, others fastened the bark
to the part scooped out, and others put in the seats and decks, Ned
acting the part of master-shipwright, and directing the whole, being
actively employed with his own fingers at the same time. Three more
days were occupied in finishing the canoe. At night we were afraid of
lighting a fire, lest we should show the Cashibos our position, or we
should have worked even then. We slept as before, with our arms ready
for instant action. Our Indians shot some monkeys and three peccaries,
with some birds, which served us for provision for some days; but we had
no fear of being in want of food, as we were certain of finding an
abundance of turtle on the banks of the river, and further down, of
being able to purchase from friendly Indians, plantains, bananas,
guavas, granadillas, pine-apples, water-melons, and many other fruits
and vegetables. We waited till morning, and having bade farewell to our
poor horses, we launched our canoe, and stepping into her, pushed off
into the stream. We were but just in time to escape our enemies, for as
we passed down we saw the shore lined with the Cashibos, who were
launching a number of balsas and rafts with the evident intention of
crossing to destroy us. They sent a flight of arrows after us, but as
the river was here though somewhat shallow, yet very broad, by keeping
over to the opposite bank, we escaped them. We had now paddles for all
hands, and we plied them vigorously. Pedro and I found it at first very
tiring work; but Manco, Ned, and the Indians were accustomed to it. The
scenery we passed was often very fine, when the river ran between high
rocks and ranges of hills. From the character of the country we felt
sure that we should far outstrip any pursuers. To make certain,
however, we paddled on the greater part of the night, the sharpest-eyed
of the Indians being stationed at the bow to warn us of any danger we
were approaching. Towards the morning we pulled into a little sandy
bay, where we landed, and threw ourselves down wrapped in our