"It sure makes a heap of noise," Teddy declared.
"And I can imagine the whitecaps jumping like crazy things as the current hits up against the sharp-pointed snags and rocks that stick up like horns all over!" Frank went on to say.
"Still, there are few rapids that don't have a safe channel through the worst places," Ned told them; "anyway, I've never seen one that didn't. How about that, Francois; you've been through here, you say, and in a canoe?"
"Twice, sare," came the answer.
"And didn't meet with an accident either time, I warrant," Jack avowed, confidently.
"Nevaire!" replied the guide, positively.
"And like as not, when you took the first plunge you had never seen the rapids before, Francois?" continued Ned, striving to reach a point he wanted to make.
"It was the first time I haf ever set eyes on ze same, as you say, sare."
"You just used your gumption, and tackled the job as you would any other rapids, depending on your quick eye, a firm wrist with the paddle, and general good sense, wasn't that it, Francois?" Ned asked him.
"I get through easy, but zere was a warm time of it," the other answered, shaking his head at the remembrance of difficulties overcome.