With a rush and a roar, the river swept around the giant cliffs. The "Mayflower" shook convulsively, swung in a half-circle, then, gripped by another current, wobbled violently.
Only quick work prevented a catastrophe, and all breathed a sigh of relief when the wider valley was again reached.
As the raft approached a clump of trees, a flock of ducks arose with cries of alarm.
"Hey there, ye chumps—what d'ye mean by scarin' away them ducks?" yelled a stentorian voice.
A tall, lank figure stepped into view, and shook his fist angrily toward the advancing raft.
"'Surly Joe,'" said Havens, laconically.
[CHAPTER XIII]
HANK MERWIN'S CABIN
"Oh, I remember him," said Bob, surveying the hunter with interest. "He's the old fellow we saw at the Resort House."