Janus gasped, struggled and rolled over. Jane turned him
on his back again. This time a solid volume of water was dashed into
his face. He turned over and made a feeble attempt to rise. Another
volume of water smote him in the back of the neck, hurling him to the
bridge floor. This time Janus got to his feet, brushing his eyes, for
they were so full of water that he could not see.
"I can let him down at the end of the rope and souse him in the
stream," suggested Crazy Jane.
"No, no, no!" protested the guardian. She took Janus firmly by the
arm. "Where do you feel bad?"
"I swum! I swum!" mumbled the guide. "I swum!"
"You'd have had to swim if you had gone through the hole in the floor,"
retorted Crazy Jane. "Harriet went down there, and----"
"Eh? What--wha--at?" gasped the guide, blinking rapidly.
"Sit down a moment," urged Miss Elting. "None of us is seriously hurt.
How about you?" gazing at the driver. "No bones broken, I trust?"
The driver shook his head. Janus was gazing at the opening in the
floor with a puzzled expression on his face. He stared at the planks
banked on each side, nodding understandingly.
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