His own belief that the third and last fall was not far distant, in spite of the evidence of the map, gradually gained possession of his companions, and the nerves of all three were keyed to the highest tension of expectancy.

The preceding night Mukoki had made himself a paddle to replace the one he had broken, and not a stroke of the three pairs of arms was lost.

Early in the morning a young moose allowed them to pass within a hundred yards of him.

But no shot was fired, for to obtain the meat would have meant an hour's loss of time.
Two hours after the start the country again began taking on a sudden change.

From east and west the wild mountain ridges closed in, and with each mile's progress the stream narrowed and grew swifter, until again it was running between chasm walls that rose black and silent over the adventurers' heads.