“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.”

“I think,” said Henry, “that while the Indians are busy with the Spaniards we’d better try to fix up that sail.  We don’t need a tent and we do need a sail.  Some time or other, when we get in a pinch, the sail might do the pulling, leaving the rowers free to use their rifles.”

“Jest ez I might hev expected,” said Sol in a tone of disgust.  “All ready for rest, fixed fur it most bee-yu-ti-ful-ly, an’ told instead that I must go to work.  This world shorely ain’t kind to a good man.”

Once more the staunch ship, “The Galleon,” proved herself to be a treasure house.  They found in the lockers plenty of rope and stout cord, and they cut in the forest a stout young sapling which they made of the right length, peeled off the bark, and adjusted in rude fashion, as a mast.  They also made a boom and then rigged a single sail, somewhat after the fashion of the cat-boat of the present day.

This would have been an impossible task to them, had not “The Galleon” been so well provided with axes, saws, hammers, other valuable tools, and cord and nails.  The mast could be taken down in an emergency, but they were all of the opinion that the sail would draw, and draw well.  It might not always be easy to control it, but “The Galleon” was built in Spanish fashion, heavy, deep, and square, and it would take a great deal to make her capsize.

While the others worked one watched, and the boats of the Indians were seen again at the edge of the far forest.  The last time they saw them they were so far down that they were almost opposite the point where the Spaniards lay, which indicated two things to them, first the certainty that Alvarez had not moved, and second that “The Galleon” and her crew were absolutely safe for the time being, where they lay.

“I suppose that Alvarez is in no hurry and decided to take a day of rest,” said Henry.