water.

"Can we swim ashore?" asked Dot.

"Nope! not in this current. Besides the water's as cold as ice, you
know. We'd have cramps in a minute."

Silence for some time, while each one thought of some way to escape from
the raft.

"I know! Pull up the chain from the water and let's sling it over
something on shore as soon as we float opposite!"

"Ain't that just like a girl! Why, Dot, I thought that bein' my twin
you'd have more sense than that!" replied Don, disdainfully.

True to her feminine nature, however, Dot lay down flat upon the raft
and hauled in the chain with the loop at the end.

"You can't fling it 'cause it's too heavy, and the raft will float out
further all the time--not toward shore!" objected Don, as he watched.

Dot was still down on the raft but Don was standing up when, suddenly,
an immense ice-floe coming down stream struck another one and shot out
toward shore striking the corner of the raft such a blow that Don
measured his full length out on the logs. The raft was partially
submerged but was shoved out of the way of the floe, and left within a
few feet of the bank.

"Hurrah! Now we can pole back!" yelled Don, scrambling to his feet to
snatch his pole. He looked about but the pole had been washed off when
the corner of the raft went under water.

"Hi, there, Dot, gim'me yours--quick!" cried Don, as he saw the raft
slowly turn about and go out into the current again.

Dot rolled off of her pole, upon which she had been lying, thereby
saving it from the water.

Don pushed and pushed for all he was worth and managed to propel the
clumsy raft further toward shore. Every foot made it easier, for the
water was shallower and the current less. Within a few feet of shore,
Dot flung her chain out, bound to have her way about a rescue. As the
chain shot out, Dot slipped on the wet logs, and fell into the water.

Don was stupefied for a moment, but Dot had great presence of mind and
was going to swim when she felt a solid foundation two feet under
water. She managed to stand up and called to Don:

"See, I'm standing on something hard. Guess it's logs!"

As it was on one side of the raft, Dot held on to the edge of the raft
and felt her way along the hard logs under water until she reached the
extreme end of the raft. Here she let go and slowly shoved her foot
ahead of her until she felt the water getting shallower as she proceeded
toward shore. She was now but five feet from the bank wher