~{ To CARIBOO AND BACK }--

Would the Tub land right side up? Yes,
_ to Jim’s surprise he found himself in the same
position as before, upright, paddle in hand,
- with the Tub quivering but whole under him.

“Are you there, Betty?” He dared not look
around.

“Yes,” her voice was like a whisper in the
roar of the cataract, ‘‘and the baby too!”

“Good for us!’ he shouted. But the words
were lost in an awful jolt as the dugout was
suddenly dashed against a boulder rising like
a small island in midstream. It partly over-
turned as it came against the slanting rock,
shipped some water but righted itself ably
again. Jim had hung on. But Betty, her arms
around the baby, without a hand to clasp the
gunwale, simply rolled out and was carried
away by the flood.

Jim saw her sweep past, her golden curls
floating, the current so strong in fact that it
lifted her head up for a moment, but only to
bury it again. He gave an awful groan. What
good was there in bringing the Tub through if
Golden Betty was drowned? It was the baby’s
fault. He blamed himself bitterly for that.
She would have had a better chance, she could

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