They would begin to pile up in a heap in a minute.
The foreman leaped to another log, turning as he did so to face
the shore. That was when Uncle Henry declared him wrong.
Turner was swinging his free arm, and above the roar of the river
and the thunder of the grinding and smashing logs they could hear
him shouting for somebody to bring him an axe. One of his men
leaped to obey. Nan and Mr. Sherwood did not notice just then
who this second man was who put himself in jeopardy, for both had
their gaze on the foreman and that which menaced him.
Shooting across on a slant was a huge log, all of three feet
through at the butt, and it was aimed for the timber on which
Turner stood. He did not see it. Smaller logs were already
piling against the timber he had left, and had he leaped back to
the stranded one he would have been comparatively safe.
Mr. Sherwood was quick to act in such an emergency as this; but
he was too far from the spot to give practical aid in saving
Turner from the result of his own heedlessness. He made a horn
of his two hands and shouted to the foreguard at the foot of the
bluff:
"He's going into the water! Launch Fred Durgin's boat below the
bend! Get her! Quick, there!"
Old riverman that he was, Uncle Henry was pretty sure of what was
about to happen.
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