The jutting rocks were more frequent. The
fall greater. The waves more menacing. But they shot it safely until
they reached its foot and there an eddy caught them and carried them
back upstream in spite of all that could be done. Enoch seized the
oars that were in readiness beside him and pulled with all his might
but to no avail. And suddenly the Mary rushed out of the mist striking
them fairly amidship. The Ida half turned over, but righted herself
and the Mary darted off. Milton shouted hoarsely, Forrester and Enoch
obeyed blindly and after what seemed to Enoch an endless struggle,
spray and waves suddenly ceased and they found themselves in quieter
waters where the Mary awaited them.
Harden and Agnew were laughing. "Thought you knew an eddy when you saw
one, Milt!" cried Agnew.
"I don't know anything!" grinned Milton, "except that Jonas is going to
be too scared to cook."
"If ever I get to land," retorted Jonas, "I'll cook something for a
thanksgiving to the Lord that you all will never forget."
They examined the next fall and passed through it successfully. The
Canyon was widening now and an occasional cedar tree could be seen.
Enoch was vaguely conscious, too, that the colors of the walls were
more brilliant.
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