"Yes, tell us," chimed in Phil.
"What's become of Bob Somers and the other boys?" asked Tom Clifton, in a hoarse whisper.
"Then you don't know?" Dick Travers shook his head sadly. "The 'Speedy' and the whole crowd was carried into the gorge. Isn't it awful?"
"I was afraid of that," cried Havens, in dismay. "Great Cæsar!"
"Carried into the gorge of Canyon River?" gasped Phil Levins, breathlessly; "it can't be possible! How do you know?"
Dick Travers' voice faltered as he gave an account of their thrilling experience, and when he had finished a silence fell upon the group.
It was broken by Dick, who inquired, "How did you happen to see us?"
"The 'Dart' is anchored in the passageway, behind that clump of trees," Havens explained, in a low voice. "Phil and I came over to get a few rabbits, and hadn't been ashore but a short time when 'Little Bill' and 'Surly Joe' came along in the 'Spray.' 'Little Bill' asked us what we thought of his 'private yacht,' and both Phil and I felt sure he'd run off with it, as he did before.
"Well, we were loafing around, when all of a sudden your shout for help nearly startled the life out of us."
"And it's a mighty lucky thing I borrowed Grimshaw's boat this morning and we towed it over," added Phil Levins. "Don't believe the clumsy old 'Dart' would ever have reached you in time."