But Orde allowed them little chance for lamentation.

"Hard luck!" he said briefly. "Hope you haven't lost much. Now get
a move on you and bail out. You've got to get over the shallows
while this head is on."

"That's all the thanks you get," grumbled Charlie to himself and the
other three as Orde moved away. "Work, slave, get up in the night,
drownd yourself--"

He happily discovered that the pails under the forward thwart had
not been carried away, and all started in to bail. It was a back-
breaking job, and consumed the greater part of two hours. Even at
the end of that time the wanigan, though dry of loose water, floated
but sluggishly.

"'Bout two ton of water in them bed-rolls and turkeys," grumbled
Charlie. "Well, get at it!"

Newmark soon discovered that the progress of the wanigan was looked
upon in the light of a side-show by the rivermen. Its appearance
was signal for shouts of delighted and ironic encouragement; its
tribulations--which at first, in the white-water, were many--the
occasion for unsympathetic and unholy joy. Charlie looked on all
spectators as enemies. Part of the time he merely glowered. Part
of the time he tried to reply in kind. To his intense disgust, he
was taken seriously in neither case.

In a couple of hours' run the wanigan had overtaken and left far