You couldn't have done better if you had been in a race, and, after all, it was a race for life." Robert lifted his paddle and watched the silver bubbles fall from it into the stream.

Then he sank back in his seat, relaxing after his great effort, his breath coming at first in painful gasps, but gradually becoming long and easy.
"I'm glad we'll be in Canada tomorrow, Dave," he said, "because the journey has surely been most difficult." "Pretty thick with dangers, that's true," laughed the hunter, "but we've run past most of 'em.

The rest of the day will be easy, safe and pleasant." His prediction came true, their journey on the river continuing without interruption.

Two or three times they saw distant smoke rising above the forest, but they judged that it came from the camp fires of hunters, and they paid no further attention to it.

That night they took the canoe from the river once more, carrying it into the woods and sleeping beside it, and the next day they entered the mighty St.Lawrence.
"This is Canada," said Willet.