"Bad dog man ver' swift on trail.

We hurry get canoe--cut down tree!" "That's more than you've said in the last half-hour, and it's a good idea!" exclaimed Wabi.

"Let's get our stuff down here and chop this stub into firewood! When he comes back and finds his ladder gone he'll give a screech or two, I'll wager, and then it will be our chance to do something with him.

Here goes!" He started to climb the stub, and a minute or two later stood safely on the rock above.
"Slippery as a greased pole!" he called down.

"Bet you can't make it, Rod!" But Rod did, after a tremendous effort that left him breathless and gasping by the time Wabi stretched out a helping hand to him.