Under Wolfe's Flag; or, The Fight for the Canadas - Rowland Walker - Bog

"Here's a beauty, Jack!" "Hold him, Jamie, till I come!" "Come quickly then, old fellow--he's slipping away from me! Quick! Hang it, the fellow's gone! I've missed him, and----" "Splash!" The sentence was never finished, for Jamie, stepping too excitedly on a treacherous, moss-covered rock in mid-stream, slipped, and the next instant found himself sitting down, up to the armpits in the water which raced past him like a mill-stream.