Where the edge of the current struck the slough-water was a series of eddies or small whirlpools.

These caught our clumsy logs and whirled them end for end, back and forth and around.

We quit paddling and devoted our whole energy to holding the logs together alongside each other.

In the meanwhile Red-Eye continued to bombard us, the rock fragments falling about us, splashing water on us, and menacing our lives.

At the same time he gloated over us, wildly and vociferously.
It happened that there was a sharp turn in the river at the point where the slough entered, and the whole main current of the river was deflected to the other bank.