A short distance below the point where she had plunged into the stream, a huge boulder, some two or three feet from the shore, caused a split in the current, one fork of which set in toward the bank.

Swimming desperately, the girl gained the advantage of this current, and, just as Brian reached the spot, she was swept against the bank, where, with her free hand, she caught and held fast to a projecting root.

Had she been carried past that point, nothing could have saved her from being swept on into the wild turmoil of the waters at Elbow Rock.
It was the work of a moment for Brian to throw himself flat on the ground at the edge of the bank and, reaching down, to grasp the girl's wrist.

Another moment, and she was safe beside him, his manuscript still tightly held under one arm.
Not realizing, in his excitement, what he was doing, Brian shook the girl, saying angrily: "What in the world do you mean, taking such a crazy-fool chance as that!" She broke away from him with: "Well, what'd you-all go an' do such a dad burned fool thing for?
Hit's you-all what's crazy yourself--plumb crazy!" Brian held out his hand: "Give me that manuscript!" Judy clutched the book tighter, and drew back defiantly.

"I won't.
You-all done throwed hit away onct.