“It’s no use looking at me like that, Perce. I’m quite in earnest. The only question is, if we make the boat, have you nerve enough to ride on it?”
“I’d ride on anything to get out of this place. I wish that eagle up yonder would come down and offer to carry me out. You’d see how quick I’d take him up. But honest, Harry, do you mean what you say?”
“Surely. See that old log over there? That one with the rope dangling from it?”
“Yes,” rejoined his companion anticipatively.
“Well, I reckon it drifted from some old lumber camp or other and the rope came with it. However, that’s not the point. The rope is on it and we can ride on it out of this pool through that rift in the rocks.”
“But the log will roll over with us.”
“That’s just where the rope comes in. We’ll lash two of the logs together and then take our chances. If we get spilled, why we can both swim and I’m pretty sure that outside this pool we can find a bank to land on.”
“Inventive Indians! You’re a wonder, Harry. I’d never have thought of that in a hundred years. Come on, let’s get busy. The sun must be getting pretty low, and if we do get out we’ve got a long hike back to camp. I think”—he broke off abruptly. “I forgot your ankle,” he exclaimed, “you can’t walk far on that.”
“No, but you can leave me some place and get help. That part will be all right. The main thing is to reach some place from which you can strike back to camp.”
“That’s right. Well, let’s get busy and lash two of the logs together and then try to chute the chutes.”