"Look out that you don't get drowned," went on Jack quickly.
"We'll be as safe as you'll be," returned Fred.
All went up the river a short distance so that they might not be carried past the spot where the man and the boy were located. Then they struck out bravely for the place where the logs were jammed in a heap. Some of the sticks seemed to have been cut for railroad ties, while others looked like fence rails, and there were not less than two dozen of them in a jumble among the jagged rocks.
In a few seconds the cadets found themselves in this jam with the furious current of the river trying to sweep them to one side or the other. But they held fast, and as rapidly as possible loosened one log or rail after another.
"Look out there!" yelled Andy presently, and all heeded his warning. Then several of the logs bobbed up and went flying down the river.
This released the log holding the man and the boy, and the pair came up spluttering.
"Do you think you can swim ashore?" questioned Jack.
"I guess I can make it," answered the man somewhat weakly. "Look after my kid, will you?"
"We sure will!" answered Jack.
With Fred and Andy beside him, the man struck out for the shore, and all were soon carried down the stream and under the rocky bluff. In the meanwhile, Jack and Randy did what they could to aid the boy, and then followed the others.