"And I left it to you!"
"Well, I never! In that case neither of us tied her up."
"And she has simply floated away!" came with a groan. "Say, I ought to be kicked well for this!"
"Let us hurry along the bank—perhaps we can catch up with the scow."
Without more ado the two lads walked along the bank, over the grass and rocks and then around a patch of tall brushwood. In the uncertain light Bob went down into a hole up to his knees.
"Take care!" he called out, warningly. "If you don't, you'll break a leg, or your head!"
"This is one of the delights of floating down the river," replied Mark, making a wry face. "Oh, it's chuck-full of fun!"
"We've got to find the scow, Mark. If we don't, we'll have to go supperless, and perhaps tramp for miles to the next settlement."
"I'm just as willing to find the scow as you are, Bob. Come."
Again they went on, but with increased caution, for neither wished to fall into any hole. Soon they came to a portion of the river where heavy trees overhung the bank.