And as the sound broke upon his ears, both Max and Ibrahim groaned aloud.
An oar had broken.
“The paddle, quick!”
Max seized the badly-shaped paddle, and tried to use it like an oar.
In vain.
The Arab’s oar was broken, and the boat and its occupants were at the mercy of the cruel river.
Where was it taking them?
Not to the whirlpool.
That was passed long ago.
They could see it again as they looked back.