Johnny Thompson caught his breath as hisfeet shot from beneath him and he plungedinto a rushing torrent of icy water. Thoughtsflashed across his mind, mental pictures ofhomes and firesides. Echoes of laughtersounded in his ears.
Yet in this wilderness there was no laughtersave the boisterous roar of an Arctic stream.There were no homes save those of the muskrat,the beaver and the white owl. The nearestcabin was fi