“But it ain’t no safer fer you than it is fer me.”
“That’s so, too. But I want to see those other fellows—in fact, I must see them. If I went to the shore I might miss them.”
“You could come back later on.”
“But I want to warn them of the danger from the dam.”
“You could write a letter and stick it up where they couldn’t help but see it. Then–– What’s that?”
The camp-worker stopped short, as a distant cry reached their ears, sounding out above the wind. An instant later the cry was repeated.
“That is Ben Basswood’s voice!” cried Dave. “They must be coming back!”
Soon another voice sounded out, and our hero recognized Buster Beggs’s tones. He ran to the cabin door. All was dark outside, and the rain was being driven in sheets by the wind.
“Hello! hello!” he yelled, and catching up the lantern, he swung it out in one direction and another. Then he saw two forms approaching on the run, each dripping with water.
“Ben! And Buster!”