CHAPTER VII.
"DANNY GRIN" IS SILENT Dick Prescott sank into the water not more than two or three feet.
Then his head showed above the surface of the river.

He struck out vigorously, looking about him.
"The canoe is done for!" he gasped.
Too-oot! too-oot! too-oot! The steam launch was now speeding to the scene, its whistle screeching at a rate calculated to inform everyone in Gridley of another river disaster.
Up came Greg, then Dave.

Tom Reade's head appeared down stream.
Harry Hazelton bobbed up not six feet from Dick.

Hazelton blew out a mouthful of water, then called: "Everyone up, Dick ?" "All but Dan." "What-----" "I guess he's all right.

Danny Grin is a good swimmer, you know." Half a dozen river craft were now heading their way, but the launch was the only power boat in sight.
Five members of Dick & Co.