No; pass the end under the log an' buckle it; not too tight.

You hang on to the outside, an' I'll push off.

If yer have ter paddle ter keep in the current don't let yer hands er feet come to the surface--understand ?" "Certainly." "All right then; are you all set?
Holy smoke, this is going to be some yacht ride." The log did not even grate as it loosened its slight hold on the rock, and began the voyage down-stream.

The current was swift enough to bear it and its burden free from the island, although it moved slowly and noiselessly on its way.

The two men deeply emerged on either side, with heads held rigid against the wet bark, were indistinguishable.
Out from the deeper shadow of the rock they drifted into the wider stream below, Brennan gently controlling the unwieldy affair, and keeping it as nearly as possible to the centre, by the noiseless movement of a hand under water.