They changed places, and Dick rowed steadily down the Creek until they came to the river.
“Now, stan’ by,” he said. “Don’t move if anything bumps us. There’ll be some wreckage runnin’ down, but we’ll dodge that. An’ out we go.”
He pulled lustily, and the boat shot out into the stream, twisted as the current caught her, and went forging slowly across and rapidly sweeping sideways downstream.
“The dawn,” said Seaman Dick, and Steve turned in the seat astern and looked at the dim grey in the sky behind him.
CHAPTER XXII.
“Dolly, it won’t be long now, will it?” said Ess, trying to hold her voice steady.
He tried to answer hopefully. “You never know. It might stop rising any minute, and start to drop five minutes after.”
“Couldn’t we tie the buggy to the tree?” she asked. “It would float, wouldn’t it, and support us?”
“It might,” he said doubtfully. “But, anyhow, we can try. But what are we—wait a minute,” he jumped to his feet excitedly. “What an ass I was not to think of it! What did I do with the harness—yes, here it is.”