~{ To CARIBOO AND BACK }-—

belied her seaworthy qualities. She went stead-
ily too, even without Arthur’s second paddle.
Jim began to feel very jolly about the trip.
Everything would go splendidly and they would
very soon catch the others up. All the same, it
was already noon, and he began to regret that
he and Betty had not taken some food before
they set out. A small lunch wrapped up in an
oilskin cloth was always carried in the canoe
for an emergency. If they had eaten first it
would have been better. They might stop even
now; the water was running smooth and it
would be easy to pull up by the bank.

He looked around and saw that the infant
was sound asleep in Betty’s arms. She nodded
at him, happily. “The darling’s taking a nap,”
she whispered.

“Then we'll make hay while the sun shines,”
said Jim, “and get on while the paddling’s
good.”

He dug his paddle into the water and swung
around the next bend ahead. Instantly all was
changed.

The water swirled and foamed on both sides
of the Tub, and he saw ahead two walls of

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