The Hunters of the Hills by Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander) Altsheler
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exertions, and beads of perspiration standing out on their foreheads.
Hours passed. Mile after mile fell behind them. The darkness began to thin, and then the air was shot with golden beams from the rising sun. Willet, heaving an immense sigh of relief, laid his paddle across the canoe. "The danger has passed," he said. "Now we'll land, put on our clothes and become respectable." CHAPTER V THE MOHAWK CHIEF The canoe was passing between low shores, and they landed on the left bank, lifting out of the water the little vessel that had served them so well, and carrying it to a point some distance in the bushes. There they sat down beside it a while and drew long, deep and panting breaths. "I don't want to repeat that experience soon," said Robert. "I think every muscle and bone in me is aching." "So do mine," said Willet, "but they ache in a good cause, and what's of more importance just now a successful one too. Having left no trail the Indians won't be able to follow us, and we can rest here a long time, which compels me to tell you again to put on your clothes and become |
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