They would cross where the twelve stones were placed in memory of that great event.

While they did it they would picture to themselves that vast army of pilgrims marching through the cloven waters, bearing the hallowed ark of the covenant and shouting hosannahs, and singing songs of thanksgiving and praise.

Each had promised himself that he would be the first to cross.

They were at the goal of their hopes at last, but the current was too swift, the water was too cold! It was then that Jack did them a service.

With that engaging recklessness of consequences which is natural to youth, and so proper and so seemly, as well, he went and led the way across the Jordan, and all was happiness again.