On and on they went, until they disappeared among the trees which grew on the bank.  Whether or not they would again cross the stream I could not tell, or if indeed they had the means of doing so.  They had come from the right bank, so I concluded that they must know of some way or other to get back to it.  Still, I was anxious to be certain that they had done this before I left my shelter.  I had made up my mind to swim back, and to descend the stream on the left bank, following it down till I reached home.  There were by this time ripe fruits of all sorts to be found, I knew, so that I had no fear of starving.