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neatly as before. A few paces forward to get his balance, then back a step or two like a tight-rope walker. "That's the way, lad!" "He knows how to dance!" "Look out for Malli Rock!" "Ay, if he can clear that!" Malli Rock stands ready to meet the attack; the rapids are tearing past on either side. The log comes down, making full towards the smooth, sloping face of the rock. Olof swerves a little to the right, and leaps off, coming down in a whirl of spray. The rock has done its part, and sent the end of the log high out of the water; Olof lands on it and goes on again, the log scraping the face of the rock as it passes. "Sticks like a leech, he does! He's done it now!" A cheer from the crowd. Straight down in midstream now. A little ahead the river bends--he is nearing the block at Akeanlinna. "Now for the last lap!" "Ay--and the worst of all!" Two--three short paces back--the log brings up full against the block. A leap and a crash, a run almost to the fore end of the log before he can check his pace. The log is flung out again into the current, and shivers as if paralysed by the blow. Then the water carries it down again. The men at their posts stare helplessly--one of them gives a cry, and the onlookers shudder. "Heavens--he's missed it now!" More shouting, and men running up and down the banks; others standing as if rooted to the spot. Olof glances at the mass of timber by the rock. A swing of the pole, a sudden deft turn, and hurrying to the other end of the log, he begins poling hard across the stream. "He's making for the other bank!" "He'll never do it--and there's no one there to help!" "Oh--look! He'll be carried over the edge!" Hard fighting now. Olof is striving to reach the farther bank, the current is drawing the end of the log nearer and nearer the falls--already the water is seething over it. Two furious strokes, a swift step, and another, and, lifting his pole, he flies through the air--toward the shore. The pole strikes something, as all on the bridge can hear--then he is lost to sight. A rush of men downstream, crying and shouting.... Then, a moment later, a waving of hats from the men at Akeanlinna, and a cheer is passed from group to group upstream. Some stop, others race on--he is saved--but how? Then a tall figure appears standing on the shore, waving his hand triumphantly. A mighty cheer from all the onlookers and a waving of hats and ke
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