As it chanced, Geoffrey was knocked senseless by the shock; but Beatrice, whose hand he still held, fell on to him and, with the exception of a few bruises and a shake, escaped unhurt.
She struggled to her knees, gasping.

The water had run off the rock, and her companion lay quiet at her side.

She put down her face and called into his ear, but no answer came, and then she knew that he was either dead or senseless.
At this second Beatrice caught a glimpse of something white gleaming in the darkness.

Instinctively she flung herself upon her face, gripping the long tough seaweed with one hand.

The other she passed round the body of the helpless man beside her, straining him with all her strength against her side.
Then came a wild long rush of foam.