toward the place where
the raft was anchored. Before he reached the place, however, he stopped
and looked with interest at some attraction on the bank. Dot saw him
stop but could not see what it was as the logs all along the edge of the
river hid the object from view.

After a few minutes, he ran on to the narrow landing where they had
boarded the raft.

"Say, Dot, there are lots of logs lying almost in the water down there
by that crooked tree. If we could move that raft down there we could
have lots of fun floating them out to the current," said Don.

"That's easy to say--move the raft! How can you move anything that's
chained as this is?" asked Dot, disgustedly.

"I don't know! Let me think!"

Don crawled in under the tier of logs to the place down at the edge of
the river where the chain of the raft ran ashore. He pulled the chain up
as it lay slack in the water and found that the loop on shore was thrown
about a low stump of pine that was left sticking out of the bank, almost
hidden by the high pile of logs over it.

"Ha! if I can haul the raft in a few feet, while you push with your
stick, I can lift this chain off of the stump," called Don, showing Dot
how the raft was fastened.

Dot began pushing and Don pulled until the heavy raft floated in shore
far enough for Don to drag the chain off the stump.

The raft, released from its moorings, moved slightly out toward the
former position, the chain slipping into the water and dragging behind.

Don was satisfied with the result of his idea and ran down to the spot
where the logs could be readily edged into the water if the small ice
floes were out of the way. He pushed and worked at the ice until a clear
pathway of water lay before the logs. Those in the edge of the water,
were easily shoved out, but the others were too heavy to budge.

"Hi, there! Dot, shall I bring out the lunch for the raft?" called Don,
as he bethought him of going back to Dot.

"Yes, an' hurry up, 'cause I think this raft is movin' some toward the
river!" replied Dot, anxiously.

"Ah, naw, she ain't! She's only swirling about a bit in the motion of
the water!" said Don.

He ran and got the lunch and then tried to jump from one cake of ice to
another just as he did when he went ashore. But he found that going
ashore against the current was much easier than going out with the
current, for every cake of ice he jumped upon shot out from under his
feet with the river current.

As he