Though she spoke these kind words in a cheering manner, she spoke them compassionately.  I said nothing.  It will appear to be another strange confession, that I paced to and fro, within call, all that night, a most unhappy man, reproaching myself all the night long.  “You are as ignorant as any man alive; you are as obscure as any man alive; you are as poor as any man alive; you are no better than the mud under your foot.”  That was the way in which I went on against myself until the morning.

With the day, came the day’s labour.  What I should have done—­without the labour, I don’t know.  We were afloat again at the usual hour, and were again making our way down the river.  It was broader, and clearer of obstructions than it had been, and it seemed to flow faster.  This was one of Drooce’s quiet days; Mr. Pordage, besides being sulky, had almost lost his voice; and we made good way, and with little noise.

There was always a seaman forward on the raft, keeping a bright look-out.  Suddenly, in the full heat of the day, when the children were slumbering, and the very trees and reeds appeared to be slumbering, this man—­it was Short—­holds up his hand, and cries with great caution:  “Avast!  Voices ahead!”

We held on against the stream as soon as we could bring her up, and the other raft followed suit.  At first, Mr. Macey, Mr. Fisher, and myself, could hear nothing; though both the seamen aboard of us agreed that they could hear voices and oars.  After a little pause, however, we united in thinking that we could hear the sound of voices, and the dip of oars.  But, you can hear a long way in those countries, and there was a bend of the river before us, and nothing was to be seen except such waters and such banks as we were now in the eighth day (and might, for the matter of our feelings, have been in the eightieth), of having seen with anxious eyes.

It was soon decided to put a man ashore, who should creep through the wood, see what was coming, and warn the rafts.  The rafts in the meantime to keep the middle of the stream.  The man to be put ashore, and not to swim ashore, as the first thing could be more quickly done than the second.  The raft conveying him, to get back into mid-stream, and to hold on along with the other, as well is it could, until signalled by the man.  In case of danger, the man to shift for himself until it should be safe to take him on board again.  I volunteered to be the man.

We knew that the voices and oars must come up slowly against the stream; and our seamen knew, by the set of the stream, under which bank they would come.  I was put ashore accordingly.  The raft got off well, and I broke into the wood.

Steaming hot it was, and a tearing place to get through.  So much the better for me, since it was something to contend against and do.  I cut off the bend of the river, at a great saving of space, came to the water’s edge again, and hid myself, and waited.  I could now hear the dip of the oars very distinctly; the voices had ceased.