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went over the falls together. I tried to hang on to the canoe but when the oar punctured its side, it seemed to have lost all its buoyancy, and the empty rowboat right side up looked a lot better to me at the time, so a hundred yards below the falls, I let go. I twisted about, pulled myself in over the stern, and landed in the middle of the boat. Straightening up I saw a hand reach out of the river and grab the side of the rowboat. You're right — it was Mac again. I helped drag him in, and of course you won't believe it, but he still had one paddle in his hand. Glancing around I found that an oar Avas left in the rowboat and immediately made frantic efforts to row towards shore. It was impossible to force the boat in a straight line with one oar and a paddle, but in a series of large scallops Ave finally reached the north shore of the river about a mile below the falls, and just at tin1 head of another series of rapids.
We stretched out on the sand to get our breath, I rolled over and looked at Mac. The black pocket-book Avas still in his mouth. As he reached up and took it from his teeth he spoke for the first time in nearly an hour. "Bob, there Avas forty dollars in that pocket-book," he said. I lay there several moments trying to think of an appropriate answer. Finally it came. "Mac," I said, "I'll bet you're just about the finest dog-gone under-Avater SAvimmer there1 is in the whole world."
As soon as Ave got our breath we walked back along the river bank until Ave sighted the two boys in the other canoe. They Avere coming down the4 river, carefully keeping close to the north shore, thus avoiding the bad fall on the lower side. They passed two hundred yards from the cook on his rock without noticing him and were dumbfound Avhen thev finally sighted Mac and I safe on shore with the rowboat but no cook. Hastily Ave explained what had happened, deciding upon how to further our life-saving tactics. Borrowing their extra paddle Ave followed the others across the river and landed about a mile below the falls. Untying all of the bundles in the good canoe Ave were able to salvage about seventy-five i'rrt of quarterinch line. With this we started up the south bank of the river
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