“Wonder what’s become of the canoe,” Rex said.
“That’s so; first I’ve thought of it,” Bob added.
They all looked about the pool beneath the falls, but no canoe in sight.
“Would it stay down?” Rex asked.
“Not likely,” Bob replied.
“Her no stay down, no get caught on rock,” Kernertok confirmed Bob’s opinion.
“What’s that sticking up just around that point?” Rex asked, pointing to a place a little below them, where a point of land jutted out into the stream.
“Wait a minute and I’ll see,” Bob said, as he started toward the point.
“Here she is—what is left of her,” he shouted a moment later.
All except Jack, who was still too weak to move around much, hurried to the place. It was evident that the canoe, having risen to the surface, had been carried down until, caught in the little eddy, it had been whirled onto a sharp pointed rock, which had pierced the bottom near the bow. It was out several feet from the shore.