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From the wharf below came the sound of laughter. How those ladies were laughing and shouting! He could not see them because of the trees, but the talk and laughter was incessant.,Indeed, 'twould often puzzle you,—“for we are surely going to drown,” continued Tellef.,“Need you—quick—over at the east spillway—wall giving way—” But faster than the words could tremble out, the Chief was acting.,CHAPTER XIV,When at last the sun dropped below the edge of the distant hills, leaving the Canyon in deep purple shadow, Bob turned to Mr. Whitney.,CHAPTER VII A Present from Uncle Isaac,The man Jerry had addressed as Link got up and gravely extended his hand to Bob.,“Yes, but I asked him if he thought that was dear.”,What was to be done? There seemed no answer. At last an idea came to Bob. “Go quick,” he said to the Indian, “get help! Bring a gun. Perhaps we can shoot him! I’ll stay here and watch. You can go quicker than I. Hurry!”,So Johnny Blossom repeated the little prayers he had said every night since he was two years old, and was soon sleeping peacefully.,“Pull in to shore, Bob,” he said quickly. “We’d better take a look at what’s coming before we tackle it.”.