CHAPTER XXVI.
HANS GETS HUNGRY.
“There she goes!”
A great shout went up from the shore.
“He’s a goner!”
The jam had broken with startling suddenness, amazing everyone, unless it was Frank Merriwell. At first it seemed that Merry had been overwhelmed by the rush of logs, which suddenly came tumbling over each other, some great trees turning end over end.
And then——
“There he is!” screamed Diamond, unable to keep cool any longer.
In the midst of the rushing swirl of timbers, a form was seen leaping from log to log and making for the shore.
“He’ll never get ashore!”
It looked as if Frank was doomed, for the whole mass of logs had seemed to start at the same instant. The sound of the timbers grinding and crashing together was frightful.