At a signal from Mukoki the young Indian plunged fearlessly into the edge of the whirlpool and like a great floundering fish he was quickly pulled across to safety.

Most of his clothes had been brought over in the canoe, and after Wabigoon had exchanged his wet garments for these the adventurers were ready to continue their journey down the chasm.

A short portage brought them to the main channel of the stream, where they once more launched their birch bark.
"If the whole trip is as exciting as this we'll never reach our gold," said Wabi, as they slipped out into the swift current.

"A madman, a whirlpool and a prison, all in one night, is almost more than we can stand." "There's a good deal of truth in the old saying that it never rains but it pours," replied Rod.

"Maybe we'll have smooth sailing from now on." "Mebby!" grunted the old pathfinder from behind.
Rod's optimism was vindicated for that day, at least.