Finally he crawled out on a half submerged log—the same weather-whitened trunk that he had pointed out to McNab, and spread himself on it while he got his breath. When he began to move again his first care was ever to see that the rope was in no danger of snagging itself. He edged down to the end of the log and went to work. They could not follow all his movements then. He hung his body over the big log, and reached far down into the water. He was provided with an extra length of rope to secure the corpse.
After what seemed like an endless time to the men at the other end of the rope, Brinklow stood upright on the big log and with his keen glance surveyed the course over which he must return. This would be much more difficult encumbered with the weight of the dead man. He evidently decide
