With every mile the stream became narrower and swifter.

The treacherous upheavals caused by undercurrents no longer harassed the gold seekers, but logs and debris swept down with greater velocity.

Several times the frail canoe was saved from destruction only by the quick and united action of the three.

They worked now like a well-regulated machine, engineered by Wabigoon, whose sharp eyes were always on the alert for danger ahead.
This second day was one of thrills and tense anxiety for Rod, and he was glad when it came to an end.

It was early, and the sun was still two hours high, when they stopped to camp.
Mukoki had chosen an open space, backed by a poplar-covered rocky ridge, and scarce had the bow of the canoe touched shore when Wabi gave an excited exclamation, caught up his rifle, and fired three rapid shots in the direction of a small clump of spruce near the foot of the mountain.
"Missed, by all that's good and great!" he yelled.