[Blown to Bits by Robert Michael Ballantyne]@TWC D-Link bookBlown to Bits CHAPTER XIII 18/21
Unpossable--widout _dis_!" The negro drew the revolver from his belt, slewed round, took rapid aim and fired. The tall figure in the bow of the boat fell back with a crash and a hideous yell.
Great shouting and confusion followed, and the boat dropped behind.
A few minutes later and the canoe was leaping over the surges of a shallow rapid.
They dashed from eddy to eddy, taking advantage of every stone that formed a tail of backwater below it, and gradually worked the light craft upward in a way that the hermit and his man had learned in the nor'-western rivers of America. "We are not safe yet," said the former, resting and wiping his brow as they floated for a few seconds in a calm basin at the head of the rapid. "Surely they cannot take a boat up such a place as that!" "Nay, but they can follow up the banks on foot.
However, we will soon baffle them, for the river winds like a serpent just above this, and by carrying our canoe across one, two, or three spits of land we will gain a distance in an hour or so that would cost them nearly a day to ascend in boats.
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