“Just a minute and I’ll have her in,” Bob said, as he waded out into the stream.
“I don’t think she’s damaged so much after all,” he said, as he pulled it up onto the shore. “But every bit of our stuff is gone.”
“That heap bad,” Kernertok shook his head sadly.
“I’ll say it is,” Bob agreed. “Here we are, miles from nowhere and nothing to eat. Oh, we won’t starve,” he added quickly, as he saw the look of alarm on Rex’s face.
“Suppose we look around and see if we can’t find some of the stuff,” the latter proposed.
“Afraid it’s not much use, but we’ll try.”
But although they hunted for some distance down the stream on both banks, they found nothing.
“That whirlpool at the foot of the falls has probably held it down as I thought,” Bob said ruefully. “I suppose it was knocked out of the canoe when it struck. If it hadn’t been it might have held the canoe down too.”
“No loss without some gain,” Rex declared, trying to speak cheerfully.
They lifted the canoe from the water and carried it back to where they had left Jack.