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hand at cleanin' 'em fer breakfast," continued Jeff,
beginning to busy himself with preparations for that meal. "Wal,
wal, if he ain't surprisin'! He'll do somethin' out here on the
frontier, sure as I'm a born sinner," he muttered to himself,
wagging his head in his quaint manner.
    Breakfast over, Jeff transferred the horses to the smaller raft,
which he had cut loose from his own, and, giving a few directions to
Bill, started down-stream with Mr. Wells and the girls.
    The rafts remained close together for a while, but as the current
quickened and was more skillfully taken advantage of by Jeff, the
larger raft gained considerable headway, gradually widening the gap
between the two.
    All day they drifted. From time to time Joe and Jim waved their
hands to the girls; but the greater portion of their attention was
given to quieting the horses. Mose, Joe's big white dog, retired in
disgust to the hut, where he watched and dozed by turns. He did not
fancy this kind of voyaging. Bill strained his sturdy arms all day
on the steering-oar.
    About the middle of the afternoon Joe observed that the hills grew
more rugged and precipitous, and the river ran faster. He kept a
constant lookout for the wall of rock which marked the point of
danger. When the sun had disappeared behind the hills, he saw ahead
a gray rock protruding from the green foliage. It was ponderous,
overhanging, and seemed to frown down on the river. This was Shawnee
Rock. Joe looked long at the cliff, and wondered if there was now an
Indian scout hidden behind the pines that skirted the edge.
Prominent on the top of the bluff a large, dead tree projected its
hoary, twisted branches.
    Bill evidently saw the landmark, for he stopped in his monotonous
walk to and fro across the raft, and pushing his oar amidships he
looked ahead for the other raft. The figure of the tall frontiersman
could be plainly seen as he labored at the helm.
    The raft disappeared round a bend, and as it did so Joe saw a white
scarf waved by Nell.
    Bill worked the clumsy craft over toward the right shore where the
current was more rapid. He pushed with all his strength, and when
the oar had reached its widest sweep, he lifted it and ran back
across the raft for another push. Joe scanned the river ahead. He
saw no rapids; only rougher water whirling over some rocks. They
were where the channel narrowed and ran close to the right-hand
bank. Under a willow-flanked ledge was a sand-bar. To Joe there
seemed nothing hazardous in drifting through this pass.
    "Bad place ahead," said Bill, observing Joe's survey of the river.
    "It doesn't look so," replied Joe.
    "A raft ain't a boat. We could pole a boat. You has to hev water to
float logs, an' the river's run out considerable. I'm only afeerd
fer the horses. If we hit or drag, they might plunge around a bit."
    When the raft passed into the head of the bend it struck the rocks
several times, but finally gained the channel safely, and everything
seemed propitious for an easy passage.
    But, greatly to Bill's surprise, the wide craft was caught directly
in the channel, and swung round so that the steering-oar pointed
toward the opposite shore. The water roared a foot deep over the
logs.
    "Hold hard on the horses!" yelled Bill. "Somethin's wrong. I never
seen a snag here."
    The straining mass of logs, insecurely fastened together, rolled and
then pitched loose again, but the short delay had been fatal to the
steering apparatus.
    Joe would have found keen enjoyment in the situation, had it not
been for his horse, Lance. The thoroughbred was difficult to hold.
As Bill was making strenuous efforts to get in a lucky stroke of the
oar, he failed to see a long length of grapevine floating like a
brown snake of the water below. In the excitement they heeded not
the barking of Mose. Nor did they see the grapevine straighten and
become taut just as they drifted upon it; but they felt the raft
strike and hold on some submerged object. It creaked and groaned and
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