s balance and
the log to quiver, with sickening possibilities.

But Jerry glued his legs against the sides, just as he had been told to
do with a refractory pony, and managed to recover his balance. The trout
was a gamey one, and the swiftness of the current made the task of
securing him doubly hard.

"I'll work, all right, for everything I hook here," panted Jerry, after
ten minutes had passed, and he tossed his exhausted prize over to the
bank.

But he would not give up. Where one such fine, fat fellow held out there
was certainly a chance for more, so he continued his fishing.

Unknown to him, Will had also wandered up that steep hillside, searching
for a new view of the wonderful cataract. Pushing through the dense
thickets, he chanced to catch a glimpse of the lone fisherman.

"Now, that's what I call a picturesque sight! Look at the chap perched
out on the very end of that log, with the water rushing below like a
mill-race! Here's where I get you, my duck. Fancy to what ends a
fisherman will go in order to enjoy his favorite sport."

Will seemed to forget entirely that he was willing to undertake just as
long a pilgrimage and buck up against as difficult problems simply to
get one snapshot that appealed to his soul.

"There! He's got another fish on! My! How it pulls! I wouldn't be out on
that log, doing such a job, for anything. But I just bet Jerry is as
happy as a clam. He sets his teeth, and holds on as if he had a whale,
and perhaps it is a big un! I must get him again in that position. Why,
although he don't know it, he's just giving me the best thing of the
day!"

Will rapidly adjusted his camera, and looked down to see that he had the
proper focus before snapping the shutter. The light was good up there,
and he believed he must have the greatest success with such a picture as
that. Besides, it had the genuine article of life in it, which he always
sought in taking his views.

Then he pressed his finger, in the belief that he was about to snatch a
snapshot bound to give the four chums the keenest satisfaction in days
to come.

"Oh!"

The startled exclamation broke involuntarily from the lips of Will even
at the very second he took his picture, and he let his beloved camera
fall to the ground, at the risk of doing it some material damage.

It was not this seeming mishap that had brought the startled cry from
his lips, but the crash of sundering wood, and the sudden disappearance
of the lone f