But with only a bit of a board for a paddle, and with the current tearing along wildly, this was not easy.

The rowboat was turned partly, but then scraped some rocks, and they were in dire peril of upsetting.
"I see where they are going!" cried Tom.

"To the old Henderson mill." "We'll have to land below that point," said his oldest brother.

"If I try to get in there with only this board I'll hit the rocks sure." "They are taking chances, even with oars," was Sam's comment.

"See, they have struck some rocks!" He was right, and the Rovers saw the boat ahead spin around and the two men leap to their feet in alarm.