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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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