By this time the raft had swung around, broadside to the island, bringing the cabin that much nearer the shore. This made it more easy to save what few belongings they could take with them.
Back and forth they ran from the raft to the island. The cameras and the films were put in a safe place, and then the two moving picture boys helped in removing the other belongings.
Some clothing, some bedding, an axe, the rifle, and a few other things were all they had time to save. Then, with a splintering of timbers, a cracking of chains and a parting of ropes, the raft divided into two parts, one being swept down one side of the island, and the other portion down the opposite shore.
Blake, Joe and the two men stood beside their little heap of belongings, looking at one another with solemn faces.
For a moment no one spoke. They looked at the logs, rushing on down the river, and then Blake said:
"Well, things haven't stopped happening yet."
"I should say not!" cried Joe. "This is worse and more of it. What next?"
"No telling," said C. C., gloomily. "We'll probably starve here."
"Oh, I hope not!" said Mr. Ringold, with
