At the head of the _cordel_ was a merry simpleton of a Frenchman, who was constantly turning his head to grin with delight at our evident enjoyment and excitement.
We were indeed in high glee.

"Is not this charming ?" cried one.

"I only wish----" The wish, whatever it was, was cut short by a shout and a crash.

"Have a care, Robineau! Mind where you are taking the boat!" was the cry, but it came too late.

More occupied with the ladies than with his duty, the leader had guided us into the midst of a sharp, projecting tree that hung from the bank.