Flop! The canoe's port rail was under water. She filled and
sank, carrying a lot of excited high school boys down at the same
time.
CHAPTER VII
"DANNY GRIN" IS SILENT
Dick Prescott sank into the water not more than two or three feet.
Then his head showed above the surface of the river. He struck
out vigorously, looking about him.
"The canoe is done for!" he gasped.
Too-oot! too-oot! too-oot! The steam launch was now speeding
to the scene, its whistle screeching at a rate calculated to inform
everyone in Gridley of another river disaster.
Up came Greg, then Dave. Tom Reade's head appeared down stream.
Harry Hazelton bobbed up not six feet from Dick. Hazelton blew
out a mouthful of water, then called:
"Everyone up, Dick?"
"All but Dan."
"What-----"
"I guess he's all right. Danny Grin is a good swimmer, you know."
Half a dozen river craft were now heading their way, but the launch
was the only power boat in sight.
Five members of Dick & Co. now got close together.
"We've got to go down after Danny Grin," Reade declared. "You
fellows watch, and I'll get as close to bottom as I can."
Tom sank. To the anxious boys he seemed to be gone for an age.
He came up alone.
"Did you see Dan?" Dick faltered. "Not a glimpse of him," returned
Tom despairingly.
"See the canoe?"
"No."
"Then you couldn't have gone down in the right place," Dick argued.
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