BAFT-BUILDING. 85 
" Every foot is clear gain," said Mr. Dutton. We 
must be getting pretty well down to the little lake where 
I intend we shall camp. I believe there are some light 
rips just before we reach there, but I think we've got over 
the worst of — 
A startled grunt from Joe, who was at the forward end 
of the raft, interrupted him. 
" What is it, boy?" 
Joe pointed ahead, and at the same moment Carlo gave 
a sharp, angry yelp. 
In the dim light could be seen a row of dark figures 
stretched entirely across the stream, about three hundred 
yards below them. Beyond a doubt they were Indians. 
In profound silence the raft swept forward, with 
its tremendous momentum, and in another moment it 
was upon them. 
