There was ground for being daunted, but he thought he would not have felt much disturbed had Driscoll not looked afraid.
Then Scott, kneeling in the bow, turned, and after a quick glance at Driscoll said, "Keep as cool as you can, partner.

Steve's badly rattled and can't be trusted." A minute or two afterwards, they plunged over the edge of the rapid.

The air got cold and the light got dim, for a wind blew against the rush of water and the spray hid the moon.

Still, they could see for a distance, and Thirlwell frankly shrank as he glanced ahead.

The river was broken by ridges of leaping foam that ran one behind the other with narrow gaps between.