I can't tell whether it has or not, but it sounds that way." "What dam ?" demanded Tom Gray.
"That up-river dam of the timber-pirates.

You remember we shut the gates to keep the water below it low while we were driving the spiles for our dam." Tom ran out into the open and stood listening.

A moment of it was all that was necessary to tell him what had happened.
"Quick! The gates.

We must get our gates open or we're lost!" The two men sprinted for the river, Tom in the lead, Hippy a close second.

He wondered why he had not thought of the gates, and chided himself for his stupidity.
"Come fast!" called Willy, referring to the rushing flood that now had become a sullen roar.
"Call out the jacks.