“What is it?” shouted Harry at the top of his lungs, but to his comrade his voice sounded like a whisper.
Then came a sudden shout from young Simmons who had raised his head and glanced beyond the plunging, dizzily swaying raft.
“Great goodness! We’re being swept toward a waterfall. Get out the poles.”
“Pole off! Pole off!” yelled Harry, forgetting his ankle and seizing up his pole as he rose to his feet.
At the same instant there was a cracking, rending sound, and the two boys were swept asunder on separate logs.
The raft had parted under the strain and they were carried helplessly toward the waterfall of unknown height that boomed and thundered ahead of them.
Then came a plunge into a breathless abyss.—Page [171].