She covered her eyes for a moment, and could not look.
Then a great cheer arose from the men in the boat and those still
remaining on the bank of the river. Her uncle, beside her,
muttered:
"Plucky boy! Plucky boy!"
Her eyes flew open and she looked again. In the midst of the
scattering foam she saw a small log over which her cousin had
flung his left arm; his other arm was around the foreman, and
Rafe was bearing his head above water. Turner had been struck
and rendered senseless by the blow.
The small log slipped through a race between two shallows, ahead
of the greater timber. The latter indeed grounded for a moment
and that gave the victim of the accident and his rescuer a chance
for life.
They shot ahead with the log to which Rafe clung. The men in the
boat shouted encouragement, and rowed harder. In a minute the
boat came alongside the log and two of the rivermen grabbed the
boy and the unconscious foreman. They had them safely in the
boat, and the boat was at the shore again in three minutes.
By that time the big boss himself, Mr. Blackton, was tearing out
over the logs from the other shore, axe in hand, to cut the key
log of the jam, the formation of which Turner had tried to
prevent.
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