"But how? Don't keep me in suspense. My! Wouldn't it be great to float down that stream."
"By Jove, there are enough loose logs around to build two rafts, Chubby," said Bob. "Don't you see 'em? But let's begin on the job."
"I'm willing, if the rest are," put in Jim Havens, slowly.
"Hurrah for the raft!" shouted Bob.
In a few minutes the four guns were stacked, their outfits piled in a heap, and then the sound of axe and hatchet resounded through the forest. Cutting the logs to the proper length was a hard task, but the boys worked with a vim and were rewarded by success. A sufficient number finally lay at the water's edge.
"Now, fellows, we need tough roots to bind 'em together," said Bob. "Must be lots around."
"And with the old door from the cabin nailed across it ought to be solid," said Dick.
The work progressed rapidly. The raft was not a thing of beauty, but it promised to hold together. The roots used were extremely tough and flexible, and, fortunately, great quantities were close at hand. Bound securely with these, and braced by strips from the door, the raft was completed to their satisfaction.
"Now we'll fashion a couple of paddles, and begin our voyage," said Bob.
"Don't forget a rest for the guns," put in Dave.