He could see no one in the gathering darkness. Not a single face. But the warning arrows kept coming from the shore.
“They’ll kill us if we try to land,” Ken cried. “We’ll have to turn back.”
“We can’t against this current. We have to keep on.”
Passing the point where they had expected to land, the Scouts continued down river. The balsa bounded wildly through the rapids, barely missing projecting rocks and boulders. The current was running stronger by the moment.
“Listen!” Jack suddenly cried.
His keen ears had detected the unmistakable roar of a waterfall ahead!
The rapid might not be a very formidable one, but its thunder struck terror to the three on the bouncing balsa. Pedro began to whimper piteously and to whisper a prayer.
“Paddle!” Jack shouted to Ken. “Try for shore! It’s our only chance!”
Chapter 16
CAPTURE
Ken and Jack fought the current desperately, but could not delay the swift progress of their balsa downstream. Irresistibly, they were drawn closer and closer to the brink of the waterfall.