Don saw the way to go ashore, and immediately sat down on the edge of the raft and slid off into the water just where Dot had held on to the corner of the raft. He also felt the hard logs underneath and crept along until he reached the pine-tree.
As soon as he was up beside his sister, they looked at each other and heaved a mighty sigh.
"The raft's skidding," said Dot, pointing out to the water.
Don looked; sure enough, the raft must have been caught in a side current and sent down stream.
"That tumble of mine was the best thing I did!" grinned Dot.
"Yes! an' if you hadn't slung that chain ashore you wouldn't have tumbled into the water," admitted Don.
"Say, Don, how do you s'pose those logs are kept under water?" asked Dot, wondering about her escape.
After a few moments silence, Dot said, "Don, I guess I'm just a little bit cold. These things won't dry out here!"
"So'm I—let's go home!"
So the two trudged home, cold, forlorn, and hungry.