red.

I waited until the last moment, when I could no longer see my way, and
then I roused Tim. He instantly jumped up, and seizing his paddle,
began to work away with all his might, as if he thought we had a fleet
of Indian canoes astern of us. At last, feeling very hungry, I begged
him to stop. Having eaten the last of our eggs and a few oranges, we
paddled on, intending to continue our course throughout the night.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

FANCY AND FATIGUE--TOIL AND PRIVATION--WE LAND--DANGER OF LIGHTING A
FIRE--A HASTY MEAL INTERRUPTED--ALARM OF INDIANS--MAKING DOWN THE
STREAM--WHITE MEN--A WELCOME MEETING--STARTLING INTELLIGENCE--OBJECT OF
THE EXPEDITION--SUSPICION AGAINST ROCHFORD--JUDGE SHURTLEFF'S OPINION--
LANDING--PREPARING TO ADVANCE--TIM RECEIVES AN APPOINTMENT--THE MARCH
COMMENCED--USEFUL ALLIES--A TRYING JOURNEY--OUR FIRST HALT--THE HUNTING
PARTY--A STRANGE MEETING--"SPOTTED WOLF"--MOVEMENTS OF THE INDIANS--
ANXIETY ABOUT MY FATHER--DOUBTS ABOUT OUR INDIAN FRIEND--A NARROW
ESCAPE--STABBED IN THE HUMMOCK.

I had been paddling on for some time in a half dreamy state, for fatigue
was beginning to tell on me more than on Tim, and I could with
difficulty at times keep my eyes open. Though I managed to move my
paddle mechanically, I was more asleep than awake. All sorts of strange
fancies flitted across my mind, and often I saw objects before me which
had no existence in reality. Now a party of Indians, in their war-paint
and feathers, would appear on the bank, a bright light making them stand
out in bold relief against the forest. Now in imagination I saw a huge
snake wriggling across the water; or a puma would show itself among the
trees, ready to spring upon us as we passed. Often I heard strange
cries and the sound of human voices; then I fancied that I saw a canoe
stealing out from a dark creek, about to intercept us. I tried to exert
myself, but my arms refused to obey my will.

"Arrah now, Mr. Maurice dear, you'd better lie down in the bottom of the
boat an' take a quiet sleep for an hour or two," exclaimed Tim, who
discovered the condition I was in just in time to prevent me letting go
my paddle, which the next instant would probably have fallen from my
grasp.

His voice aroused me. "I can still paddle on," I answered; "though my
arms ache a little, to be sure."

"No, no; just lie down, an' I'll keep the canoe moving," said Tim.
"I've been more accustomed to work than you have, Mr. Maurice, an