"They started their drive last night," Uncle Henry said, "and
boomed her just below the campsite. We'll go up to Dead Man's
Bend and watch her come down. There is no other drive betwixt us
and Blackton's."
"Why is it called by such a horrid name, Uncle?" asked Nan.
"What, honey?" he responded.
"That bend in the river."
"Why, I don't know rightly, honey-bird. She's just called that.
Many a man's lost his life there since I came into this part of
the country, that's a fact. It's a dangerous place," and Nan
knew by the look on her uncle's face that he was worried.
Chapter XVIII
AT DEAD MAN'S BEND
Nan and her uncle came out on the bluff that overlooked the sharp
bend which hid the upper reaches of the river from Pine Camp.
Across the stream, almost from bank to bank, a string of gravel
flats made a barrier that all the rivermen feared.
Blackton was no careless manager, and he had a good foreman in
Tim Turner. The big boss had ridden down to the bend in a mud-
splashed buggy, and was even prepared to take a personal hand in
the work, if need be. The foreman was coming down the river bank
on the Pine Camp side of the stream, watching the leading logs of
the drive, and directing the foreguard.
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