Then the saw stopped, and the rope was brought out and uncoiled close to a sapling.

Wessner and Black Jack crowded to the very edge of the swamp a little above the wire, and crouched, waiting.
They heard Freckles before they saw him.

He came gliding down the line swiftly, and as he rode he was singing softly: "Oh, do you love, Oh, say you love----" He got no farther.

The sharply driven wheel struck the tense wire and bounded back.

Freckles shot over the handlebar and coasted down the trail on his chest.