All seemed peaceful in that direction, but he suddenly realized that the sound he had heard was increasing in volume.

He could now hear a succession of hollow reports, the meaning of which he could not fathom.
He asked his companion what it meant.
"Logs him jump up in water.

Knock together and make big noise." Hippy suddenly visualized the scene that the Indian's brief words had pictured.
"Watch it! I'm going for help!" cried Hippy, sprinting for the shack.

As he neared it the familiar sounds of the earlier evening greeted his ears.

The fiddler was still sawing away; the bang of hob-nailed shoes on the floor of the shack resounded rhythmically, and Hippy thought, as he ran, of the weariness that the Overland girls must feel after their strenuous evening of constant dancing with the rough and ready lumberjacks who knew neither fatigue for themselves nor for their entertainers.
Reaching the doorway, Hippy caught Tom Gray's eye and beckoned to him.
"Yes ?" questioned Tom eagerly as he stepped over to Lieutenant Wingate.
"Willy says the dam has gone out.