"I can't do a thing from the bow.

The current is too swift.

All you can do is to keep her nose straight." The light of the moon was now filling the chasm and the adventurers could see distinctly for a hundred yards or more ahead of them.

Each minute seemed to add to the swiftness and size of the stream, and by the use of his paddle Wabi found that it was constantly deepening, until he could no longer touch bottom.

Rod's eyes were ceaselessly on the alert for familiar signs along the shore.