We're cut off! No, we're not! I have it! Bend low! bend low, you fellows, and pull with all the might that's in you!" Paul had an inspiration, and his blood was leaping.

The rifle shots still rattled behind them, but, as usual, the bullets buried themselves in the wood with a sigh, doing no harm.

Four pairs of powerful arms and four powerful shoulders bent suddenly to their task with new strength and vigor.

Paul's words had been electric, thrilling, and every one felt their impulse instantly.

The prow of the heavy boat cut swiftly through the water, and Paul bent still lower to escape the rifle-shots.