There were oars in the boat, but the rabbits were too small to lift them. They just had to let the current carry them along.

"I still can't believe we made it outta there," said Kyle. "I don't know if we could do that again."

"Luckily we won't need to," said Stan.

Kyle sighed. "I just wish we'd been able to find Ike. If we had, this trip might have been worth it. Now we've got ourselves a powerful new enemy."

"Yeah," said Stan. "It's funny, most of the problems we've had since we left home have been caused by other rabbits. First Cowslip and his friends tricked us, and now we've got Woundwort wanting to kill us. What's happening to the world?"

"And what's going to happen to us?" Kenny wondered. "Woundwort probably won't be satisfied with letting us escape. What if he tracks us down somehow?"

"We'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it," said Stan.

On the prow, Kehaar turned his head around to face them. "Meester Stan," he said, "pridge come. You see 'im pridge?"

Stan hadn't been talking about a literal bridge, but now he saw one looming up ahead of them. It looked like it would be barely wide enough for the boat to pass under.

"Maybe you go under 'im, maybe not," said Kehaar. "But you sit dere, ees trouble."

The bridge stretched from bank to bank between two low abutments. It was not arched. Its underside, made of iron girders, was perfectly straight- parallel with the surface and about eight inches above it. And the boat was heading straight for it!

"Get down!" Stan yelled.

Kehaar took to his wings and flew straight up into the air just before the boat reached the bridge. Stan and Kyle threw themselves facedown onto the boat's floor. Kenny tried to follow suit, but he wasn't quick enough. As the boat floated beneath the bridge, the underside of the bridge hit Kenny in the head and knocked him overboard. He had time for one muffled yelp, then his voice was cut off.

As soon as they had passed under the bridge, Stan and Kyle leaped to their feet and began frantically looking around for Kenny. "He must have fallen overboard!" Kyle said.

Stan peered into the water, but saw no sign of their friend. "Oh, my Frith, Kenny died again!"

Kehaar flew back down and landed between Stan and Kyle. "Look out! Ees waterfall!"

Sure enough, the boat was now barreling toward a steep waterfall. It looked like quite a drop.

"What do we do?" Stan cried.

"Jump for eet!" Kehaar screeched as he took off into the air again.

Stan and Kyle lost no time obeying. They leaped out of the boat and landed on the bank, just before the boat went over the falls. It crashed to the bottom and smashed into smithereens.

Dazed, Stan sat up. He stared at the wreckage of the boat at the bottom of the waterfall. "Man, whoever this boat belongs to is gonna be mad."

"My foot's bleeding," said Kyle. "I think I landed on a rock or something."

Stan examined his friend's foot. It was indeed injured. "Ouch. Well, not much we can do about that. Just lick the place until it feels better."

Kyle did so. Although Stan wasn't wounded himself, he was out of breath from the ordeal. He needed a moment to collect himself.

While they were resting there, who should come waddling up but Kenny! He was soaking wet but otherwise looked none the worse for wear.

"Kenny!" Kyle cheered.

"Thank Frith," said Stan. "I thought…"

Kenny cut him off. "Yeah, I know what you thought."

Kehaar said, "You theenk you can get back to hills from here on your own?"

Stan said, "What, you mean you're leaving us?"

"I must fly back to Norvay, my home, now. I've stayed in dis country for much longer dan I intended. I come back dis vinter."

Stan was sorry to see him go, but he knew Kehaar must obey his natural instincts. "Okay, we'll keep an eye out for you then! Thanks for all the help!"

"Velcome!" Kehaar replied as he flew away.