The boys found themselves clinging to the branches of a broken tree which was wedged crossways in the cove, its trunk entirely submerged. It formed a sort of makeshift dam and the boat, caught in its branches, added to the obstruction. If it had not been for this tree the boat would have been borne upon the flood, with what tragic sequel who shall say? "All right," said Tom, "we're lucky; keep hold of the branches, it's only a few feet to shore; careful how you step. If you let go it's all over. We could never swim in this torrent." "Where do you suppose this tree came from?" Roy asked. "From the top of the mountain for all I know," Tom answered. "Watch your step and follow me. We're in luck." "You don't call this luck, do you?" Westy asked. "Watch me, I can go scout-pace on the trunk," said Hervey, handing himself along. "Never mind any of those stunts," said Tom; "you watch what you're doing and follow me." "The pleasure is mine," said Hervey; "a scout is always--whoa! There's where I nearly dipped the dip. Watch me swing over this branch. I bet you can't hang by your knees--like this." There are some people who think that trees were made to bear fruit and to afford shade, and to supply timber. But that is a mistake; they were made for Hervey Willetts. They were the scenes of his gayest stunts. He had even been known to dive under the water and shimmy up a tree that was reflected there. He even claimed that he got a splinter in his hand, so doing! Upside down or wedged across a channel under water, trees were all the same to Hervey Willetts. He lived in trees. He knew nothing whatever about the different kinds of trees and he could not tell spruce from walnut. But he could hang by one leg from a rotten branch, the while playing a harmonica. He was for the boy scout movement, because he was for movement generally. As long as the scouts kept moving, he was with them. He had a lot of merit badges but he did not know how many. "He should worry," as Roy said of him. "Here's a good one--known as the jazzy-jump," he exclaimed. "Put your left foot...." "You put your left foot on the trunk and don't let go the branches and follow me," said Tom, soberly. "Do you think this is a picnic we're on?" "After you, my dear Tomasso," said Hervey, blithely. "I guess we're not going to be killed after all, hey?" "I'm afraid not," said Tom. "I wish I had an ice cream soda, I know that," said Roy. "Careful how you step ashore now," Tom said. "Terra cotta at last," said Roy; "I mean terra firma." "Jump it," called Hervey, who was behind Roy. Thus, emerging from a peril, which none but Tom had fully realized, they found themselves on the comparatively low shore of the cove. The tree, itself a victim of the storm, poked its branches up out of the black water like specters, which seemed the more grewsome as they swayed in the wind. These had guided the little party to shore.