Sunfish'll need room to breathe, once he gets to bucking that current.

He's a good water horse, just give him his head and don't get rattled and interfere with him.

And we've got to go up a ways before we start in." He led the way upstream, skirting under the bluff, and Thurston, chafing against the delay, followed obediently.

Trees were racing down, their clean-washed roots reaching up in a tangle from the water, their branches waving like imploring arms.

A black, tar-papered shack went scudding past, lodged upon a ridge where the water was shallower, and sat there swaying drunkenly.