THE RIOT OF THE LOGS "We'll have to be quick!" shouted Tom to make himself heard above the roaring of the waters.

"Beardown hard!" "I can't.

I'm slipping!" gasped Hippy.
"The gates are moving! Keep it up!" The two men struggled and fought, gaining a few inches at a time but not enough to permit the jam of logs that was rushing down the stream to pass through the gates in the flood.
At this juncture the Overland girls and the jacks came running down the bank.

They saw the two men struggling with the gates, and at the same instant they saw something else.

In the reflected light of the moon, they saw a white crest sweeping around a bend in the river, hurling logs into the air, which came tumbling and shooting ahead like huge black projectiles.