“This be far enough,” whispered Pombere, at last.
“A little farder,” came back the voice of Sullivan. “We can git off in the boat any time.”
So they made sure the raft was fast in the strong current so there was no possibility of the intended victims awakening and getting it back to the shore.
“There,” Sullivan finally whispered, in savage satisfaction, “now we’ll take ter ther boat.”
They turned to the boat, but it was gone!
Just then the moon broke through an opening in the clouds, and they saw the boat some distance away, being carried down swiftly in the powerful current.
For a moment they were stunned. Then in a twinkling both realized what had happened.
A cross current had caught the stern of the boat and pulled it off the raft.
All at once the voice of Sullivan hoarsely cried:
“Turn out—turn out inside! Ther raft’s adrift, an’ we’re bein’ carried over ther falls!”