About noon
The river was extremely crooked , and in spots was swift ; and Maria and Francisco worked like Trojans to gain a few miles . -LRB- Of course there was no Gatun Lake here yet . The Chagres had not been dammed for any Panama Canal , but flowed in a course between high green hills bordered with lagoons . -RRB- About noon another little hut village appeared in a clearing on the right bank . This was Dos Hermanos -LRB- Two Brothers -RRB- , where people who left Gatun early in the morning usually stopped for breakfast , and their boatmen stopped for gossip . But Maria only shook his head at sight of it , and he and Francisco paused in their paddling not an instant . So Dos Hermanos faded from view , behind .