Neewa reached a log around which the water was eddying, and there he flattened himself down and hung on as he had never hung to anything else in his life.

The log was entirely hidden from shore by a dense growth of brushwood.

Otherwise, ten minutes later Challoner would have seen them.
As it was, Miki had not sufficiently recovered either to smell or hear his master when Challoner came to see if there was a possibility of his small comrade being alive.

And Neewa only hugged the log more tightly.
He had seen enough of the man-beast to last him for the remainder of his life.

It was half an hour before Miki began to gasp, and cough, and gulp up water, and for the first time since their scrap in the canoe the cub began to take a live interest in him.