"And isn't the water clear?" put in Bob. "You can see the bottom."
"We'll see it closer, if you don't keep her steady," said Havens, with a laugh.
At good speed, they swept along. The stream soon widened out, each shore presenting a most picturesque appearance. Oaks and maples hung far over, and occasionally a birch stood out sharply white against its fellows.
"Rocks ahead! Port your helm," sang out Dick.
"Aye, aye, sir!" laughed Bob.
The two navigators pushed their poles down against the pebbly bottom and by exerting all their strength succeeded in swinging the unwieldy craft to one side.
But an instant later, a terrific jolt made Havens sit down with a thud.
"By jingo!" cried Dick. "We're stuck."
He had hardly uttered the words, however, when the mass of logs slowly ground off the submerged rock into clear water again.
"And this is just the beginning," remarked Havens, rubbing his legs. "Nothing soft about these logs, fellows."