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don’t rightly know, but think poor John Nott
took it in into his head to shift his grip of
the paddle at the wrong moment. We were
suddenly swung about and flung violently
against a rock. The canoe crumpled as if it
had been made of cardboard, and I must have
landed on my head against the rock, for that’s
all that I remember. No, not all, for just as
I went out I saw the tailor pitched head over
heels into the water, which was foaming white
as milk. But that same foaming water must —
have carried me off the rock, for I didn’t stay
there. When I came to myself it was pitch
dark and I was lying on stones, half under
water, but my head out. That same head was
badly battered and I had several cuts and many
bruises, but no bones were broken, as I soon

‘found out.”

-“Well, what then?” asked Mary, as he
paused to take breath. “Sure, you hadn’t a
bite to eat, with the dugout gone and all.”

“No, I had nothing to eat. But that didn’t
worry me, for it took a while before I could
even think straight. I just lay there like a
log and endured some pain. Till presently I
noticed that there was a kind of red glow

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