They went on for some distance; and then I saw from their gestures that they were fairly puzzled.  At length they came back to the bank, and gazed down at the rapidly-flowing stream.  They were evidently of opinion that I could not have swam across it.  Greatly to my relief, I saw them continuing their course down the river, examining the bank as they went along, under the belief that I must have landed again further down, or else have been swept away by the current.  This greatly relieved my mind.  I sincerely hoped that they would give me up as lost, and abandon the idea that they should have the pleasure of exhibiting me to their squaws, and torturing me.