“Because I think there are. It seems to me that the current is getting swifter all the time and I think you’ll find that when we go around that bend up yonder you’ll find rapids ahead of us.”
“Shall we run them?” demanded George excitedly.
“We’ll probably be wrecked if we try it,” said Grant.
“We can see how bad they are, anyway,” John suggested.
“Yes,” agreed Fred. “We’ll ‘wait and see.’”
“‘Go ahead’ is my motto when rapids are concerned,” said George.
Rounding the curve in the river they discovered that scarcely a hundred yards farther was another bend in the stream. Meanwhile the current was rapidly becoming swifter and stronger.
“We can’t see yet,” exclaimed George. “We’ll have to go ahead.”
All four boys were excited now, and there was an eager light in every one’s eyes as they were carried along by the swiftly-flowing stream.
Suddenly they came around the second bend, and spread out before their eyes appeared a long stretch of white water. It foamed and danced, here and there broken by a huge rock, black and ugly looking.