And toward that bank, which was the north bank, we drifted rapidly, at the same time going down-stream.

This quickly took us out of range of Red-Eye, and the last we saw of him was far out on a point of land, where he was jumping up and down and chanting a paean of victory.
Beyond holding the two logs together, Lop-Ear and I did nothing.

We were resigned to our fate, and we remained resigned until we aroused to the fact that we were drifting along the north shore not a hundred feet away.

We began to paddle for it.

Here the main force of the current was flung back toward the south shore, and the result of our paddling was that we crossed the current where it was swiftest and narrowest.