frowning and lowering in the clouds. Ganassi! If he only knew! No,
it was too late. The falls roared hungrily, and nothing could keep
the island from plunging to destruction.

Slowly Piang rose to his full height, and, folding his arms, determined
to die bravely. He could see the upper falls now, high above his
head, and he pictured the greater falls below him--the falls that
were waiting to swallow his island. He tried to remember the prayer
for such an occasion, but none came to him.

"There is no God but Allah!" muttered the terrified boy.

The island was pitching again as obstacles caught at it, spinning it
around and around. Each thing that it struck on its reckless journey
tore portions from it; gradually it became smaller. The light grew
steadily clearer, and Piang could see what awaited him. Massive rocks
loomed up at the head of the falls, and he calmly wondered if he would
be killed before the plunge. The side of the island where he stood
began to give way, and, although he was to die in a few minutes,
instinct made him move to the other side. He tried to walk, but
the ground gave at each step. He crawled along the trunk of a tree
and unexpectedly came upon the monkey. The little creature was still
huddled against the log and showed no fear of Piang; it whined louder,
seeming to sense the rapidly approaching danger.

Suddenly the monkey jumped into the tree, and Piang followed it with
his eyes. It seemed to be gathering itself for a greater leap. As
Bruce watched the spider, so Piang, fascinated, kept his eyes on
the little wild thing. Gradually it dawned on him that the monkey
had discovered an avenue of escape! The island had veered off and
was fast approaching a monster boulder that would surely break it in
two. Growing on it were vines and trees hanging far out over the water.

Piang stumbled along and somehow made his way to the burial tree. A
moment he paused, awed by a superstitious fear of the dead, but a
violent clap of thunder terrified him into forgetting all but his
immediate danger. There were only a few moments left; if he could
reach the top of the tree before the island dashed past the vines, he
might save himself. His hands tremblingly sought the notches sacred
to the dead; he scrambled upward. Thorns pierced his tired limbs;
vines and creepers took vicious delight in fastening themselves upon
him. The tree shook as the monkey jumped farther out on a limb, and
the movement seemed to put