Then the wild pitching and tossing subsided, the crash of the furious water grew fainter, and all was calm and peaceful as before.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
MORE MISERY.
Perceiving that the danger was over, Guy ventured to sit up. His clothes were dripping wet, but fortunately he kept his matches in a tin box, and striking one cautiously, he lit a torch which had been lying partly under his body, and was not too damp to burn.
His companions were still sprawled out on the raft, holding to the logs with all their strength. When Guy assured them that all danger was past they sat up, looking very pale and dazed.
“That was awful,” said the colonel. “It’s a miracle the raft lived through such a ride.”
“The canoe is gone,” exclaimed Forbes. “Washed clear off the deck, and—— Why, hello, what’s the matter, Chutney?”
Guy was looking about the raft with a ghastly and fear-stricken countenance, holding the torch over his head.