Half-way down its
length the raft "saddle-bagged," as the river men say, or floated
broadside on, against a submerged rock. It struck fairly amidship, and
there it hung, forming a barrier, around the ends of which the hurrying
waters laughed and gurgled merrily.
With the shock of the striking Winn awoke, straightened himself, and
rubbed his eyes, wondering vaguely where he was and what had happened.
CHAPTER VI.
MR. GILDER AND HIS RUDE RECEPTION.
After emerging from the "shanty," it did not take the solitary occupant
of the raft long to discover the nature of his new predicament. The
water was sufficiently clear for him to make out an indistinct outline
of the rock on which the raft was hung, and as the rain was still
falling, he quickly regained the shelter of the "shanty," there to
consider the situation. It did not take him long to make up his mind
that this was a case in which assistance was absolutely necessary, and
that he must either wait for it to come to him or go in search of it.
First of all, though, he must have something to eat. He had no need to
look at his watch to discover that it was breakfast-time. The
condition of his appetite told him that.
Now Winn had never learned to cook. He had regarded that as an
accomplishment that was well enough for girls to acquire, but one quite
beneath the notice of a man.
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