By this time they had reached the curve in the river and as they swept around it they had a clear view of the stream for a distance of nearly a mile.
“See! There’s the island,” Jack shouted.
The island was in plain view about a mile ahead and, about half way between them and it they could see the two Frenchmen riding their log.
“They’re making some time,” Jack said as he caught sight of them.
“Sure are,” Bob agreed.
“I never would have believed that they could make a log go that fast,” Rex declared.
“I’ll bet there’s something wrong with the boom and they’ve spotted it,” Jack said. “You know Jean can see about twice as far as most men with those eagle eyes of his.”
“I’m afraid you’re right because they are certainly making the dust fly,” Bob declared soberly.
“I’m afraid you’re getting your figures of speech mixed a bit,” Rex said as he glanced at Jack. “I don’t see anything particularly dusty about this river.”
“I stand corrected,” Bob laughed. “But I guess you know what I mean.”