"You ran a big risk doing it. She looked to me as if she might go up any instant."
"She can't get out of here—the current holds her," went on Dave. "She will be perfectly safe until Nat comes for her. I'd like to know where he is."
"Phil and some of the others went off to see."
To save the boat as much as possible, Dave took two of the wooden gratings of the flooring and tied them to ropes hanging over the sides. In this position they acted as fenders, so that the rocks rubbed against the gratings instead of the boat proper.
"I am afraid he'll have quite a job of it, getting her out into the stream," said Dave, on coming ashore, and when he was putting on his socks and the gaiters. "She'll have to back out against the current and do a lot of turning."
"Maybe he'll have to get somebody to tow him out, with a very long line," returned Roger.
"If only Nat didn't fall overboard," said Dave.
In the meantime, Phil and some of the others had run up the stream a distance. As they turned a point where there were several small islands the shipowner's son set up a shout.
"There is Nat now!"
"Whatever is he doing?" queried Ben.
"Swimming ashore, or trying to wade," answered Sam.
