“Me no understand!” said he. “Death Eddy up there, but no see ’um!”
“What do you mean, Leo?”
“Well, Death Eddy up there, and we come through, but no see ’um! I s’pose maybe high water has change’. I go look ahead.”
He went down the stream for a little way until he could see into the next bend, but came back shaking his head.
“No can make that cañon,” said he. “Water she’s too high—bad, very bad in there now. Must line down.”
“What place did you call this, Leo?” inquired Uncle Dick.
“Call ’um Methodist Cañon. Low water she’s all right, now she’s bad.”
“Out you go, boys,” said Uncle Dick. “We’ve got to line through. How far, Leo?”
“Maybe-so one mile,” rejoined the Indian. “S’pose low water, we paddle through here all right!”