"On the river."
"We are?" Mont attempted to rise, but Jack pushed him back. "Oh, I remember now!" he continued, shuddering.
"Remember what?" asked the young machinist, eagerly.
"The push Mosey gave me over the bank. My head struck a rock, and I don't know what happened after that. Where did you say we are?"
"In the middle of the river, just above the falls."
"How in the world did we get here? Oh, I see! You came out to rescue me!"
"No, I didn't. Mosey pitched me from the old mill last night, and I've been in the water ever since. I saw your body floating along, and without knowing who it was, caught hold and landed you here."
"You've saved my life," exclaimed Mont, fervently. "I'll never forget that, Jack!"
"I don't know whether I've saved your life or not," returned the young machinist, seriously. "It depends on whether we can reach shore or not; we are close to the falls, and liable to go over at any minute."
Mont pulled himself to a sitting position.