It churned up a wake of foaming water as the Peggy began to forge ahead, and next minute, driven along on the breeze, the monster raft began to follow and was soon out and away beyond danger from rock or shoal.
Then arose to heaven a prayer of thankfulness, and a cheer so loud and long that even the parrots and monkeys in the forest depths heard it, and yelled and chattered till they frightened both 'gators and jaguars.
Just two weeks after these adventures, the little Peggy was at anchor, and the great raft safely beached.
Burly Bill was left in charge with his white men and his Indians, with Dick Temple to act as supercargo, and Jake Solomons with Roland and Peggy, not to mention the dog, started off for Pará.
In due course, but after many discomforts, they arrived there, and Jake, after taking rooms in a hotel, hurried off to secure his despatches from the post-office.
"No letters!" cried Jake, as his big brown fist came down with a bang on the counter. "Why, I see the very documents I came for in the pigeon-hole behind you!"
The clerk, somewhat alarmed at the attitude of this tall Yankee backwoodsman, pulled them out and looked at them.
"They cannot be delivered," he said.
"And why?" thundered Jake, "Inasmuch as to wherefore, you greasy-faced little whipper-snapper!"
"Not sufficient postage."