The brave Indian had seized it, and was attempting to tow it away from the spot where the savages were collected.  But all his efforts could scarcely do more than stop its way, and he apparently made but little progress towards the west shore.  Corney and Pierre were, however, quickly getting up to it.  I shouted with joy when I saw Hugh lifted into Corney's canoe, and the Indian with some assistance clambering into that of Pierre.  Not satisfied with this success they got hold of the canoe itself, determined to prevent it from falling into the hands of the enemy.  This done, they quickly paddled over to the west shore, where a level spot enabled them to land.  They had not forgotten me; and presently I saw Corney's canoe, with three people in her, poling up towards the rock on which I stood, while Pierre's was engaged in picking up such of the articles of baggage as had floated.  It was not without some difficulty that I got on board.  My first inquiry was to ascertain which of the Indians had assisted to save Hugh, and I was thankful to hear, as I had expected, that it was Bed Squirrel who had behaved so gallantly.