“And we weren’t happy at all until we saw you safely through that chute, either,” said Rob.
“Now,” resumed the leader, “how far is it to a good camping-place, Leo? We’ll want to rest a while to-night.”
“Good camp three mile down,” said Leo, “on high bank.”
“And how far have we come to-day, or will we have come by that time?”
“Not far,” said Leo; “’bout ten mile all.”
Uncle Dick sighed. “Well, we’re all tired, so let’s go into camp early to-night, and hold ourselves lucky that we can camp together, too. Maybe we’d better bail out first—it’s lucky, for we only took in three or four pails of water apiece.”
“No man I ever know come through Priest Rapids on the high water like this,” said Leo. “That’s good fun.” And he and George grinned happily at each other.
They pulled on in more leisurely fashion now, and soon reached the foot of a high grassy bluff on the left-hand side of the river. They climbed the steep slope here, and so weary were they that that night they did not put up the tents at all, but lay down, each wrapped in his blanket, as soon as they had completed their scanty supper.
“Better get home pretty soon now,” said Moise. “No sugar no more. No baking-powder no more. Pretty soon no pork, and flour, she’s ’most gone, too.”