Jim was treading the easy path of slumber in five minutes, but it took Paul at least ten to pass through the gates. Henry and Sol sat in the boat, silent but watchful. "We're between two fires," whispered Henry at last. "I don't think that war party will give up just yet, and maybe we'd better stick here in the woods for a while, on the chance that they think we belong to the Spanish force and have rejoined it." "We've got to stay in hidin' fur a spell, that's shore," said Shif'less Sol. "We might stick here all day. We kin overtake the Spaniards any time, cause we have only one road to foller an' that's the river." Henry nodded and they settled back to the watch and silence. Their three comrades stretched on seats, lockers, or the boat's bottom, slept soundly, and they could hear their regular breathing. But they heard nothing else save the light lapping of the water against the tree trunks. Dawn came, golden and beautiful. Tom Ross opened his eyes. "Anything happened?" he asked. "No," replied Henry, "and we are not going to move yet. Sleep on." Tom closed his eyes again, and in a minute was back in the pleasant land of slumber. The other two did not awake and Henry and Sol still did not stir. From the leafy arbor in which "The Galleon" was moored, they were intently watching the surface of the river. An hour passed and the sun rose higher and higher, flooding the surface of the great stream with golden beams. "Do you see anything, Henry?" asked Sol. "Yes, I think there's a canoe among the trees on the opposite shore." "I reckoned that I saw it, too, but I wuzn't certain. Must be a scout canoe." "Do you see anything to the southward, Sol?" "I reckoned that I saw somethin' thar, too, an' I took it fur smoke." "The Spanish camp, of course." "O' course." "And I think the Indians are spying upon it. They are quite sure now that we were a part of the Spanish force." "They think they know it, an' they'll hang 'roun' until to-night, when they're more'n likely to shoot into the Spanish camp." "Which won't hurt us, Sol." "Not a leetle bit. We kin sing all the time, 'dog eat dog, go it one, go it tother.'" "Instead of singing," said Henry smiling, "we can put in most of the time sleeping." "Both please me," said Shif'less Sol, rubbing his hands gleefully. Everything befell as they thought it would. Other canoes appeared at the edge of the wood on the far shore, but on every occasion further down the river. There was no doubt in the minds of the watchful observers aboard "The Galleon" that they were spying upon the Spanish camp and meditated an attack at night. It was equally certain that the Spaniards knew nothing of the Indians' presence. All the five were now awake and they rejoiced at the prospect. "I see an easy day comin' to me," said Shif'less Sol luxuriously. "'Tain't often that a lazy man like me kin hev sech a good time an' I'm goin' to make the most o' it."