rather unnerved them for the time being. All that afternoon they kept on down the great river, the boys taking occasional pictures. The rain, still held off, for which they were very thankful.
"And now we'd better look for a good place at which to tie up for the night," remarked Mr. Ringold, when preparations for supper were under way.
"That looks like a good place, just around that bend," spoke Blake, pointing to it.
"We'll make for it," decided the manager.
As they went along they found that the bend was caused by a "cut-off" having made a new channel for itself, to the left of the main stream. This "cut-off" was larger and deeper than any they had yet encountered. It was bringing down a mass of debris, too, and some care had to be used in navigating near it.
"That will do for a place to spend the night," decided Mr. Ringold, as he shifted his course slightly. They were behind a wooded point, and, as they rounded it, the two boys uttered cries of astonishment.
For, coming straight toward them, was a small house, turned completely upside down in the water.
