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"I can swim, Jeems," she cried "If we strike the rock"

She did not finish because of the sudden cry that caotten the s There was not time to unlace his boots With his knife he cut the laces in a single doard thrust Swiftly he freed his own feet, and Marette's Even in this hour of their peril it thrilled hihts that arled out of his heavy shirt A sli in the wind that cah the Chute, her throat and arain close within his arms, and her lips framed softly his name And a moment later she turned her face up, and cried quickly, "Kissto his, and her bare arrip of a child's He looked ahead and braced himself on his feet, and after that he buried one of his hands in the soft ainst his naked breast

Ten seconds later the crash caon's Tooth Kent was prepared for the shock, but his attempt to hold his feet, with Marette in his arainst the slippery face of the rock itself Amid the roar of water that filled his ears he was conscious of the rending of tihty force beneath, and for a second or two it seee it Then slowly it began to slip off the nose of the rock

Holding to the rail with one hand and clinging to Marette with his other ar The scoas slipping INTO THE RIGHT HAND CHANNEL! In that channel there was no hope--only death

Marette was squarely facing the thing ahead In this hour when each second held a lifetime of suspense Kent saw that she understood Yet she did not cry out Her face was dead white Her hair and ar with the splash of water But she was not terrified as he had seen terror When she turned her eyes to him, he was amazed by the quiet, calm look that was in them Her lips trembled