“See, see,” she cried. “Two rivers.” They all stopped and looked. The river forked at that point, or rather two smaller streams came together making one big one.
There was a high V-shaped point of land between the two streams.
“Now we can cross,” cried Limberleg, joyfully. She led the way, running and leaping down the bluffs to the river’s edge. The banks at this point were sandy and the
river full of stones. The current was swift, but the water was clear and not very deep. Limberleg ran out on the stones.
“Come,” she called to the Twins. “Follow close after me.” She leaped lightly over the stones to the middle of the stream, where the river was deepest. The children followed part way; then Firetop stood still on one of the stones and looked at the swirling water. Firefly was on the next stone behind him. The stone in front looked a long way off to Firetop.
“I can’t jump so far,” he squealed.
“I can’t either,” wailed Firefly. “My legs aren’t long enough.”
“Jump,” cried Limberleg, impatiently.
“We can’t,” shouted the Twins, beginning to cry.