you, this young man got out on the bit of a
shelf, and was warming himself, when his eyes nearly jumped out of his
head, for he saw half-a-dozen Injuns come from among the pine-trees, and
one of them, when he saw that young man there, ran loping towards where
the gun stood, caught it up, and took a quick aim at him. Now, then--
Ah, I've got you this time," cried Joses, spearing the largest fish yet
caught, dragging it out of the water, and taking it ashore.

"Fine one, Joses?" cried Bart.

"Yes; he's a pretty good one. Ah, you missed him again. It wants a
sharp poke, my lad. Well, now then," he added, as Bart, recovered
himself after an ineffectual thrust, "what ought that young man to have
done, Master Bart?"

"Taken a header into the river, dived, and swum for his life."

"Right, boy; but he was so scared and surprised that he sat there
staring at the Injun, and gave him a chance to fire at him, being so
near that the shot whistled by his ear and flattened on the rock behind,
and fell on the shelf where he was sitting."

"That woke him up, I suppose?" said Bart.

"It just did, my lad; and before the Indians knew where he was, he went
plop into the river and disappeared, and the Injun ran down to catch him
as he came up again."

"And," said Bart, quickly, "they didn't catch sight of his head when he
came above the water, because he swam up with the eddy into a dark pool
among some rocks, and squatted there, with only his nose above the
water, till they thought he was drowned, and went, and then he crept
out."

"Why, how did you know?" growled Joses.

"Because you've told me half-a-dozen times before. I recollect now,"
said Bart, "only you began it in a different way, so that I thought it
was a new story; and you were that young man, Joses."

"Course I was," growled the other; "but hang me if I tell you a story
again."

"Never mind, Joses; here's another," cried Bart, laughing.

"And here's a bigger one, Master Bart," said Joses, chuckling.

"What splendid sport!" cried Bart, as he followed Joses ashore with his
prize, and added it to the silvery heap.

"Ay, it ain't amiss. We shall give them a reg'lar treat in the camp,
that we shall."

"Look, Joses, the Beaver's got a monster. He has let it go. What's he
bounding ashore for like that?"

"Quick, Master Bart--danger!" cried Joses, excitedly, as a warning cry
rang along the river. "Look out! This way!"

"What's the danger?" cried Bart, lea