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"LISTEN!"

She was tense, rigid He turned his head And in thatmurmur of the river--the PUTT, PUTT, PUTT of the Police patrol boat fro!

A deep breath came from between his lips When Marette took her eyes from the river and looked at hi dead ahead

"We can'thard and unreal to her "If we do, they'll be up with us before we can land at the other end We must let this current drive us ashore--NOW"

As he th of his body into action He knew there was not the hundredth part of a second to lose The outreaching suction of the rapids was already gripping the scow, and with ht to work the head of his craft toward the ard shore With swift understanding Marette saw the priceless value of a few seconds of tier swirl of the rapids before the shore was reached, they would be forced to run the Chute, and in that event the launch would be upon the to Kent's side and added her own strength in the working of the sweep Foot by foot and yard by yard the scow hted up with triumph as he nodded ahead to a timbered point that thrust itself out like a stubby thu white, and they could see the first black walls of rock thatof the Chute

"We'll make it," he smiled confidently "We'll hit that timbered point close inshore I don't see where the launch cananywhere within a mile of the Chute And once ashore we'll make trail about five tier pale, but flushed with excitelealoriously, and he laughed

"You beautiful little fighter," he cried exultantly "You--you--"

His words were cut short by a snap that was like the report of a pistol close to his ears He pitched forward and crashed to the bottom of the scow, Marette's slim body clutched in his arms as he fell In a flash they were up, and mutely they stared where the sweep had been The blade of it was gone Kent was conscious of hearing a little cry frohtly again about his thuuidance, the scoung sideways It swept past the wooded point The white maelstro ahead to the blackfor theht