several fish. With these they returned to the shore, and called to me
to come and receive them. Tono then made signs that he would go and get
some more, and again they paddled off. I became quite vexed at having
entertained unjust suspicions of them. After they had got to a little
distance, I saw them strike another fish--evidently a large one, by the
time they took to haul it in. Now they went further and further off.
At length I lost sight of them.

John had in the meantime gone into the woods with his gun. He returned,
just as it was growing dusk, with a couple of birds, which he
immediately plucked and prepared for roasting at the fire which I had
made up. Our pot for boiling fish had been left in the canoe. We
could, therefore, only roast a portion of those just caught by the
Indians.

"They ought to be back by this time," observed John, as the shades of
night fell over the river.

"The fish seemed to be plentiful, and probably they have been tempted to
go further off than they proposed," I observed.

Still we waited and waited, and they did not return. John went a little
way along the bank, and shouted loudly; but no answer came to his hail.
At length we hung up our hammocks; and having attended to Arthur, added
fuel to our fire, and placed True at the entrance of our hut to watch,
we lay down to rest. Still, neither John nor I felt much inclined to
sleep.

"I am afraid that Tono and his people, after all, have gone off in the
canoe," I said at last.

"I suspect so too," he answered; "but yet they were behaving so well,
that I did not think they would play us so treacherous a trick."

"We shall soon see, however. I cannot help expecting to hear them
return every moment."

We waited and waited, anxiety keeping us awake. Several times I got up
to give Arthur a little water, which was all he appeared inclined to
take. He was much less feverish than I expected. Towards morning,
however, he began to ramble in his speech, and talked about his mother
and father, and a young sister who had died. "I thought I should find
him," I heard him say. "Oh, that my mother could have lived to have
seen him again! Oh, that I could once more be with him! If he were
here now, I am sure that I should soon get well." These words were said
at intervals, between other less coherent remarks.

Daylight broke before I had closed my eyes. We again looked out, in the
faint hope that the Indians might have landed