Even as he spoke, there came a terrific blast which shook the ground where the Cubs stood. Logs were hurled helter-skelter as the pile of debris broke up.
“She’s moving out!” Dobbs cried jubilantly.
Wading to the stream’s edge, the Cubs watched the splintered logs float off downstream.
A few of the larger pieces at either side of the jam had not been dislodged by the blast, but the gap was large enough for the main flow of the torrent to pour through.
“The water level will lower rapidly now,” Mr. Silverton said in satisfaction.
Soon the Cubs observed for themselves that damp rings were appearing on the bases of the trunks of nearby trees, indicating that the flood was receding.
“The danger here is past,” declared Mr. Hatfield. “But on the river, I fear it’s a different story.”
“Do you suppose the Holloway place is under water?” Brad asked anxiously.
“Not the house,” the Cub leader replied. “But the cabin may be flooded. If not by this time, it may a little later. The river rises slowly, but for days now it has been almost at bank level.”
“Shouldn’t we go there and see if Mr. Holloway needs help?” Dan suggested. “A lot of Cub stuff is stored in the cabin.”