of water. No sooner had he
filled his pail than his foot slipped from under him, and in an instant
the pail and himself were in the swiftly flowing river.

His cry startled the camp.

"Hello!" shouted Duff, with a great laugh. "Harry is in the drink! I
never knew he was so fond of water as all that. You've got to swim for
it now, old boy."

"Throw him something," said Knight.

Past them ran Barry, throwing off coat and vest.

"He can't swim," he cried, tearing at his boots. "Throw him a line, some
one." He ran down to the water's edge, plunged in, and swam toward the
unfortunate Harry, who, splashing wildly, was being carried rapidly into
the rough water.

"Oh, father, he will be drowned!" cried Paula, rushing toward a canoe
which was drawn up on the shore. Before any one could reach her she had
pushed it out and was steering over the boiling current in Barry's wake.
But after a few strokes of her paddle she found herself driven far
out into the current and away from the struggling men. Paula had had
sufficient experience with a canoe to handle it with considerable ease
in smooth water and under ordinary conditions, but in the swirl of this
rough and swift water the canoe took the management of its course out of
her hands, and she had all she could do to keep afloat.

"For God's sake, men, get her!" cried Brand. "She will be drowned before
our eyes."

"Come on, Tom," cried Jim Knight, swinging another canoe into the water.
A glance he gave at the girl, another at the struggling men, for by this
time Barry could be seen struggling with the drowning Hobbs.

"Get in, Tom," ordered Knight, taking the stern. "We will get the men
first. The girl is all right in the meantime."

"Get the girl!" commanded Brand. "For God's sake go for the girl," he
entreated in a frenzy of distress.

"No," said Knight, "the men first. She's all right."

"Here," said Duff to Brand, pushing out the remaining canoe, "get into
the bow, and stop howling. Those men are in danger of being drowned, but
Knight will get them. We'll go for the girl."

It took but a few minutes for Knight and Fielding, who knew their craft
thoroughly and how to get the best out of her in just such an emergency,
to draw up upon Harry and his rescuer.

"Say, they are fighting hard," said Fielding. "That bloody little fool
is choking the life out of Dunbar. My God! they are out of sight!"

"Go on," roared Knight. "Keep your eyes on the spot, and for Heaven's