All that human strength could do in that terrible situation, Brian Kent
did. But the task was beyond the power of mortal man.
For an instant the breathless watchers on the bank thought there was a
chance; but the waters with mad fury dragged their victims back, and,
with terrific power, hurled them forward toward the frowning rocks.
It was quickly over.
In that wild turmoil of the boiling, leaping, seething, lashing,
hammering waves, the boat, with the woman who crouched on her knees on
the bottom, and the man who clung to the side of the craft, appeared for
a second lifted high in the air. The next instant, the crash of breaking
wood sounded above the thundering roaring of the waters. The man and
the woman disappeared. The wreck of the boat was flung again and again
against the cliff, until, battered and broken, it was swept away around
the point.
Against the dark wall of rock Brian Kent's head and shoulders appeared
for an instant, and they saw that he held the woman in his arms. The
furious waters closed over them. For the fraction of a second, the man's
hand and arm appeared again above the surface, and was gone.
Betty Jo sank to the ground with a low cry of anguish, and hid her face.
Another moment, and she was aroused by a loud shout from one of the men
who had caught a glimpse of the river's victims farther out at the point
of the rocky cliff.
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