“Neither would I, now,” agreed Fred. “It would take a good deal more than that to make me go through with it again, though.”
They had now reached a point two or three hundred yards below the rapids and decided to go ashore and wait for John and George. It was with a very comfortable feeling that the two boys set their feet on solid ground once more.
“Just look back there and see what we came through,” exclaimed Grant.
“I don’t see how we did it,” said Fred. “I wonder if we really did.”
“You think you were dreaming, I suppose,” laughed Grant. “I can swear we did do it, though, and I guess Pop and String will, too.”
“It doesn’t seem possible.”
“Here we are.”
“I know it. Just look at those rapids, though. They look like Niagara Falls from here.”
“There ought to be good fishing along here,” remarked Grant.
“I should think so. Perhaps Pop can catch his big trout here. The big fellows usually stay in the deep pools below rapids like this.”