"That's the first time I got left when I made up my mind to do anything!" grumbled Don, as the camp was reached.
"We didn't get left! the river wanted to gobble us, and it got left—just because I knew enough to fling that chain!" said Dot; the latter half of her sentence was given with a grin at her brother.
"Mercy sakes alive! where have you two been to get so wet!" cried Mrs. Latimer, meeting the twins.
"We were playing and fell into the water!" was all Don said, and no one ever knew the narrow escape the twins had from being whirled down the dreadful river, and, perhaps, drowned.
They were soon hustled into dry clothing and made to drink hot lemonade with plenty of ginger in it.
No unpleasant effects were felt from the drenching as every one of the children were too hardy from the outdoor life to take cold easily.
The very next day, Sunday, the weather grew so warm that everything was dripping. The timber-men found it impossible to cut more that season and started to get ready for the logging on the river. Cookee was ready to move on with the men, and the two families finished packing and were ready to start back to civilization early Tuesday morning.
The cubs were shipped off Monday morning with the trunks.
Mike almost cried as he said good-bye to the children, but he had had a fine winter's income, and the sale of the cubs would give him enough money to keep him with care, in old age.
As the carry-all, filled with children and the ladies, started out of camp, the timber-men waved their hats and yelled after the disappearing vehicle, making the children feel that they were leaving good friends behind.