DOWN THE SLUICEWAY
Almost with the speed of an arrow from the bow the two boys flew
forward on the swiftly-moving water in the sluiceway. The planks were
submerged only a few inches, so great was the force of the current,
and Jack and Nat, crouching on them as a boy goes sliding down hill
on his sled, with his head between the points of the runners, felt
themselves propelled forward with an irresistible power.
At first it was so dark in the big box they could see nothing. Then,
as their eyes grew accustomed to the gloom, they could note the sides
of the flume slipping past them. A glance over their heads showed
them the stars, and there was a confused blurr of the many cross-
pieces.
"Are you all right, Nat?" called Jack.
"Sure," was the reply. "Say, it took my breath away at first, but
it's all right now. This is going some!"
Faster and faster the boys were whirled along. The water was
beginning to chill them now, and they were wet through. Once or twice
a sudden change in the direction of the sluiceway nearly brought them
to grief, and on one occasion Nat slipped off his plank. It was
floating away from him, but his cry warned Jack, who managed to stop
it, while Nat struggled forward, stooping to avoid the braces, and
secured it again.
This occurred in a comparatively level place, where the current,
after a quick descent, was not so rapid, otherwise there might have
been a different ending to this story. For a mile farther the two
boys floated along at an easy pace.
"I guess we've left 'em behind," Nat observed. He was riding his
plank alongside of Jack now, as the flume was broad enough to permit
this.
"Yes, but they're not going to give up so easily," Jack rejoined.
"There's too much at stake. They'll chase us, but it's another thing
to catch us. Hark! What's that?"
From down below in the moonlit valley, into which the flume dipped
there came a roaring sound. It was like a mighty wind blowing, and,
as the boys were carried on and on, it increased in intensity.
"Sounds like a waterfall," observed Nat.
"So it does. I hope this flume doesn't do any stunts like that. We'll
be dashed to pieces."
"Maybe we'd better stop now, and get out," said Nat. "I wonder where
we are?"
"Haven't the least idea. We must have come about three miles though.
Let's see if we can stop ourselves,"
Owing to the fact that the cross-pieces were above and close to their
heads, the boys could not peer over the edge of the flume. The water
filled it to within a foot and a half of the edge, and they had to
keep their heads well down.
"Try and grab a cross-piece," said Jack. The sticks were about six
feet apart.
Nat cautiously raised his hand. His fingers brushed under the sides
of several braces, but he had to move his arm up very slowly as a
sudden contact with them would have broken his wrist. Jack was doing
the same thing.
The roar was growing louder now, and the water could be heard
tumbling and crashing down.
"The flume must be broken just below here!" cried Jack. "We must stop
or we'll be killed!"
He made a desperate effort to grasp a brace. He got his fingers on
one. Then came a sudden rush of water, caused by a sharp decline in
the level of the sluiceway, and Jack was torn from the cross-piece.
At the same time his plank was swept from under him, and he was
buried in an overwhelming rush of water. Over and over he was rolled
along the bottom of the flume. Then he was tossed to the surface. For
an instant he had a glimpse of Nat also struggling in the murky
flood, on which the moon shone brilliantly.
[Illustration: JACK WAS SHOT FORWARD AS THOUGH FROM A CATAPULT.]
The next instant Jack was shot forward as though from a catapult,
feet foremost, and, as he fought and struggled to get his breath, he
saw that he was in the midst of a giant waterspout, as it leaped from
the end of the broken flume and plunged, like a stream from an
immense hose, into a swirling pool which the freed sluice water had
dug in the soft soil.
Forward and down went Jack, and, though it seemed like an hour while
he was being shot out with the water as it spurted from where the
flume was raised on a high trestle, it was only a second or two
before he was plunged into the pool.
As he sank down and down the lad was aware of a splash close beside
him, and he dimly thought it must be Nat. And so it proved. Nat,
also, had been spouted from the flume into the pool, and, when Jack,
after a fierce fight with the bubbling water came to the surface and
began swimming, he saw Nat bob up a moment later. Both boys worked to
get away from the plunging stream.
"Are--you--hurt?" asked Jack, pantingly.
"No--are--you?" inquired Nat.
"Nope! Wonder--what--sort of--a place--this--is."
"Kind--of--wet," remarked Nat, and, in spite of his peril Jack could
not help smiling.
When the water had cleared from their eyes the boys saw they were in
the midst of a miniature lake. It was formed of the water that
escaped from the broken pool, and had filled a big hole, a sort of
basin on a ledge of the mountain. They struck out for the nearest
shore, reaching it after some little difficulty, for their wet
clothing hampered them.
Reaching the bank they crawled out, for the little lake shoaled
rapidly, and shook themselves like big dogs to get rid of what water
they could. Then they turned to gaze at the curious scene.
Before them was quite a large sheet of water. Right to the edge of it
came the flume trestle, and it could be seen, in the moonlight, where
it had broken off. Beyond the lake, on the other side, the sluiceway
continued on, but there was a gap of several hundred feet.
"Looks as though there was less water coming down," said Nat, as he
began taking off his outer clothing to wring it out.
"That's so," agreed Jack.
As they stood looking at the spurting water it was perceptibly
diminishing. The volume was greatly decreased from that which had
shot them into the lake. Rapidly it grew less until it stopped
altogether.
"What made that, I wonder," came from Nat.
"They probably shut it off at the mine," Jack replied. "They think
they can strand us in the flume. Lucky they didn't try it sooner."
This, as the boys learned later, was what had been done. When the
news of their escape was known several of the gang started in
pursuit. They kept it up for awhile, until some one suggested
shutting off the flow of the stream by means of a gate in the
sluiceway.
"Well, now we're here, what's to be done?" asked Nat.
"Get rid of some of this water," suggested Jack, "and then see if we
can't find a place to stay until morning."
The boys wrung as much of the fluid as possible from their clothes,
and then, donning the damp garments, looked to see in which direction
it would be best to travel. As Jack was looking about for some sign
of a trail, he gave a cry of astonishment.
"See!" he exclaimed. "There is Golden Glow!"
There, back in the direction of the flume, towered a high peak. As
the moonbeams rested on it they were reflected back from the shining
top, just as the sun rays had been, only in a less degree.
"This must be the valley where my father has his cabin," he said.
"It is in line with the mountain, and, I remember it was in this
direction we were looking when the men captured us. Oh Nat! Perhaps I
shall soon find him. Come on. Mr. Tevis said it was at the end of the
valley. I am going to find him! Hurry, Nat!"
But Nat needed no urging. He followed close after Jack, who was
moving around the edge of the lake, to reach the other part of the
broken flume. There was no path, but the way was comparatively
smooth.
As the boys passed under the sluiceway trestle Jack exclaimed:
"See, here is a sort of path, and it leads right up the valley. We
are on the right road."
"Be careful," cautioned Nat. "Remember what Mr. Tevis said about men
shooting first and inquiring afterward in this country."
"I am going to find my father," was Jack's answer, as he hurried on.
The boys forgot their wet clothes. They forgot their recent peril,
and their escape from the bad men. They thought of nothing but what
might be before them. They had traveled about two hours. The valley
was growing darker as the moon was sinking lower and lower behind the
cliffs. All at once Jack, who was in the lead, stopped. He pointed
ahead to a dark shadow.
"See; there is a cabin," he whispered.