Suddenly Billy Brackett spoke up and asked:
"But where is Bim? Is it possible that we have left him behind?"
For a moment no one answered. Then Winn said: "That's what Glen and I
were ashore for. We are afraid he is lost."
"Lost! Bim wouldn't get lost! He has too much sense."
"I expect he is this time, though," said Glen, "and we don't believe he
will ever be found again, either." Then he told of Bim's rushing
ashore, the smothered yelp, the loud splash that followed, and of their
unsuccessful search for him in the darkness. "So it looks as though
the poor dog were done for," concluded Glen, "and I expect it was by a
trick of those same fellows who tried to capture the raft."
Billy Brackett listened closely, without a word, and when he had heard
all there was to tell, he turned abruptly away and walked into the
"shanty," muttering through his clinched teeth, "The scoundrels."
It certainly would have gone hard with the "river-traders" could the
stalwart young engineer have laid hands on them at that moment.
CHAPTER XXXIV.
A BLAZE ON THE RIVER.
As Messrs. Plater and Grimshaw will not appear again in this story, it
may be as well to dismiss them at once. The well-conceived and
desperate effort to gain possession of the raft just described was
their last attempt in that direction.
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