e a huge pine
log had fallen end-wise into the river. She climbed up and held on to
the rough bark, scrambling, hand over hand, along the trunk until she
reached the towering pile from which the pine had rolled.

Don saw the way to go ashore, and immediately sat down on the edge of
the raft and slid off into the water just where Dot had held on to the
corner of the raft. He also felt the hard logs underneath and crept
along until he reached the pine-tree.

As soon as he was up beside his sister, they looked at each other and
heaved a mighty sigh.

"The raft's skidding," said Dot, pointing out to the water.

Don looked; sure enough, the raft must have been caught in a side
current and sent down stream.

"That tumble of mine was the best thing I did!" grinned Dot.

"Yes! an' if you hadn't slung that chain ashore you wouldn't have
tumbled into the water," admitted Don.

"Say, Don, how do you s'pose those logs are kept under water?" asked
Dot, wondering about her escape.

After a few moments silence, Dot said, "Don, I guess I'm just a little
bit cold. These things won't dry out here!"

"So'm I--let's go home!"

So the two trudged home, cold, forlorn, and hungry.

"That's the first time I got left when I made up my mind to do
anything!" grumbled Don, as the camp was reached.

"We didn't get left! the river wanted to gobble us, and _it_ got
left--just because I knew enough to fling that chain!" said Dot; the
latter half of her sentence was given with a grin at her brother.

"Mercy sakes alive! where _have_ you two been to get so wet!" cried Mrs.
Latimer, meeting the twins.

"We were playing and fell into the water!" was all Don said, and no one
ever knew the narrow escape the twins had from being whirled down the
dreadful river, and, perhaps, drowned.

They were soon hustled into dry clothing and made to drink hot lemonade
with plenty of ginger in it.

No unpleasant effects were felt from the drenching as every one of the
children were too hardy from the outdoor life to take cold easily.

The very next day, Sunday, the weather grew so warm that everything was
dripping. The timber-men found it impossible to cut more that season and
started to get ready for the logging on the river. Cookee was ready to
move on with the men, and the two families finished packing and were
ready to start back to civilization early Tuesday morning.

The cubs were shipped off Monday morning with the trunks.

Mike almost cried