self up. As he did so, with a kick he
upset the canoe, and both Rob and Tony were thrown out of it. Away it
floated, but Rob and his brother had kept hold of their paddles; and
Rob, seizing Tony, swam with him to the island.

Tommy was too much frightened to know what he was about: and when his
weight brought the bough down into the water, instead of dragging
himself up he let go, and away he was swept by the current. "Oh save
me, Rob! save me! save me!" he cried out.

"Swim across the stream, lad, and I'll come to you," answered Rob, who
was carrying Tony to the island.

Instead of doing that, poor Tommy tried to swim up the stream, and of
course was carried lower and lower towards the rapid.

Rob found it a hard task to get Tony safe to land. As soon as he had
done so, the two scrambled across the island to see what had become of
poor Tommy and the canoe. They had not heard his voice for a minute or
more. He was not to be seen. An eddy had taken the canoe and carried
it nearly over to the other side. "That eddy will help us," said Rob:
"we must go and look for Tommy."

Tony did not like to go into the water again; but Rob, telling him to
hold on by the paddle, took the other end in his mouth, and swam boldly
off towards the canoe. Tony held on, striking with his legs, but he
could hardly help crying out for fear of sinking. He thought all the
time of Tommy, and what had become of him.

Rob swam on. He was very thankful to reach the canoe. He then made
Tony catch hold of it, and pushed it before them till they reached the
bank. They lost no time in drawing it on shore, and they looked round
for Tommy. He was not to be seen. Before they could launch the canoe
again they had to drag it over the grass a hundred yards or more. Once
more in the river below the falls they looked about on every side,
shouting Tommy's name. No answer came. It seemed too likely that he
was lost. They hunted for him round every rock, and among all the
bushes overhanging the stream, and the fallen trees floating in it, and
clinging to the bank with their roots. Not a sign was there of Tommy.
The evening was coming on; it was yet some way to the log hut, where
they proposed to stop for the night. Though they feared that he was
lost, they did not like to leave the place without finding his body.
They paddled first on one side of the stream, then on the other; then
they went up close to the falls. "We must give it up, I f