The storm passed almost as quickly as it had come up, and in another half hour the sun was peeping through the clouds.
“Well, I guess the fireworks are over,” Bob said, as he stepped out from beneath the tree.
White caps were running as they pushed off, and the spray flew over them as they drove the canoe through the water.
“Might as well have stayed out in the rain as to get soaked after it’s all over,” Jack grumbled.
“But this water isn’t so wet,” Bob laughed. “Guess I’ll have to take that back,” he gasped a moment later, as the top of a big wave broke and dumped itself in his lap.
But they were in the river in a few minutes and here the water was not so rough.
“Life sure is getting mighty monotonous,” Jack declared a couple of hours later. “Not a single adventure outside of the thunder storm all day.”
“You must want a thrill a minute,” Rex laughed.
“You may have more excitement than you want before we get back,” Bob reminded him.
The excitement began even sooner than he expected. It was only a few minutes later, as they rounded a sharp bend, that they met another canoe carrying three men. That they were half-breeds was evident from their swarthy skins, and all three were much above the average man in size. So sharp was the bend that the canoes were within a few feet of each other before the occupants of either were aware of the others’ presence.