He's half a mile out on the plain and we can get away before he comes back.

I'd rather risk a few rocks than another one of his golden bullets!" "So had I!" cried Wabi.
As if their lives depended on their exertions the three set to work.
Mukoki staggered ahead over the rocks with his burden while the boys followed with the light canoe and the remaining pack.

Their previous experiences in the chasm had taught them where to approach the stream, and ten minutes later they were at its side.

Without a moment's hesitation Mukoki dropped his pack and plunged in.

The edge of the moon was just appearing over the southern mountain wall and by its light Rod and Wabigoon could see that the water of the creek was rushing with great swiftness as high as the old warrior's knees.
"No ver' deep," said the Indian.