43/86 Betty knelt on one knee and skillfully plied the paddle, using the Indian stroke in which the paddle was not removed from the water. "There is nothing more to be desired. This beautiful clear stream, the air so fresh, the gold lined banks, the autumn leaves, a guide who--" "Look," said Betty. "There is the fall over which we must pass." He looked ahead and saw that they were swiftly approaching two huge stones that reared themselves high out of the water. They were only a few yards apart and surrounded by smaller rocks, about high the water rushed white with foam. |