Part 43 (1/2)
”Those little rascals will scare away a golden heron, if we are fortunate enough to come upon one Confound theed Barney, reaching for one of the guns in the bottom of the canoe
”Not un would do here Keep still, Barney”
”All roight!”his hold on the gun ”Av ye soay kape still, kape still it is”
Frank instructed the professor to take in his paddle, and Barney was directed to hold the canoe close to the edge of the rushes In thisin the prow, an arrow ready notched on the string, he could shoot with very little delay
Beyond the heron rookery the ound into the depths of a dark, forbidding region, where the Spanish reat trees leaned over the water
They had glided past one side of the rookery and were near this dark opening when an exclamation of surprise came from Frank Merriwell's lips
”Phat is it, me b'y?” asked Barney, quickly
”A canoe”
”Phere?”
”See it yonder”
”Yes, Oi see it now It's white”
”There must be other hunters near at hand,” said the professor
”The canoe is not drawn up to the bank,” said Frank, in a puzzled way
”It see at some distance from the shore”
”Perhaps it is moored out there”
”Why should it be ators are not liable to steal canoes”
”Do ye see inny soign av a ca This is rather strange”
A strange feeling of wonder that swiftly changed to aas creeping over them The canoe was snohite, and lay perfectly motionless on the still surface of the water It was in the dark shadow beneath the trees
”Perhaps the owner of the canoe is lying in the bottoested the professor
”We'll see about that,” said Frank, putting down the bow and arrow and taking up a paddle ”Head straight for her, Barney”