Just below where the logs had jammed was a little bay where the current had worn away the bank. There the water was deep and comparatively still. A perfect place, as Jean had said, for the log rolling contest. “Here he comes,” Jack shouted as he caught sight of Baptiste, followed by nearly all of the crew, making his way rapidly down the bank. “You peek out your log,” Jean ordered as soon as Baptiste had joined them. It was some time before a log was found which suited both of them, but finally they agreed on a spruce about thirty feet long and perhaps twenty inches in diameter. The log tapered but little but still there was a slight difference in the size of the two ends. Jack Skeets drew a coin from his pocket and tossed it in the air, catching it as it fell. “Odd or even, Baptiste?” he asked. “Even,” the Frenchman called. “1906. You win,” Skeets declared as he glanced at the date. This meant that Baptiste was entitled to the larger end of the log, giving him a slight advantage. Quickly the log was pried out from its position by a number of the men and dragged to the clear water. After measuring its length Jean, with an axe, cut a wide gash exactly in the middle. Neither man must cross that mark although they were allowed to come as near it as they might wish. Baptiste jumped to his end and, giving the log a slight push, Skeets followed. Slowly the log floated out in the water until it was some fifteen or twenty feet from the jam. “All set?” Jean called. “Oui?” “Yes.” “Then go.” For a moment neither man moved, each waiting for the other to open the battle. Then Skeets, standing sideways, began to revolve the log with his feet. Faster and faster the log turned until it seemed that both men were running at the top of their speed. “My gracious, but I never thought a log could roll so fast,” Rex gasped as he looked on fascinated at the sight. “Wait till they really get to going,” Jack said, and Rex gasped again. It had seemed to him that they could not possibly make the log roll any faster, but he was soon to learn that it was not only possible but that they could do it. Faster and faster it rolled until it seemed to Rex that the men’s feet failed to touch the log at all. Then, suddenly, Skeets stopped and threw all his weight to the front. The log stopped, as it seemed to Rex, almost at once. Baptiste had, however, been expecting just that move and so was on his guard and did not have to exert himself unduly to keep his balance. Having failed in his first attempt, Skeets waited, hoping that Baptiste would take the lead. But he seemed loath to do it and after a moment or two had passed and some of the men had begun to shout and urge them to action, Skeets again began to roll. This time he did not roll as fast as before, and both Bob and Jack knew that he had something else in mind. “Keep your eyes peeled and you’ll see something in about a minute,” Bob whispered to Rex.