"
A few minutes of steady swimming appeared to have taken him out
of the path of the river boat. Then Phil rested, lying on his
back, watching the boat narrowly.
"In almost any other position or place, I might think that was a
pretty sight. As matters stand, now, it looks dangerous to me."
His position was more perilous at that moment than he
even dreamed.
"H-e-l-p! H-e-l-p!" called Phil, in what he thought was a
loud tone.
There were no indications that his cry had been heard by those
on board the steamboat. He tried it again, but with no better
success than before.
"I have simply got to keep on yelling my lungs out until I
attract their attention. I am afraid I shall never reach shore
unless I am picked up. I might be able to keep afloat until
daylight, but I doubt it. I shall get so chilled, before then,
that I shall have to give up. I've got some fight left in me
yet, just the same."
"A-h-o-y, boat! _Help!_"
On came the steamer, steadily.
Suddenly Phil discovered something else. She had changed
her course. The boat seemed to be drawing away from him!
His heart sank, but almost at once, the boat turned again,
following the tortuous channel of the stream.
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