The men shouted for her to stop, and pulled with all their strength.

But the woman, taking their calls as a challenge, rowed the harder, while every awkward pull of the oars carried her nearer the deadly grip of the current.
Betty Jo, as she reached Brian's side, and saw what was happening on the river, grasped the man's arm appealingly, with a cry: "Brian! Brian! She is going into the rapids! She will be carried down to Elbow Rock!" But Brian Kent, for the moment, was beside himself.

All that he had suffered,--all that the woman out there on the river had cost him in anguish of soul,--all that she had taken from him of happiness,--came before him with blinding vividness; and now,--now,--in her drunkenness, she was making her own way to her own destruction.
"Of course she is!" he shouted, in answer to Betty Jo.

"Her friends yonder are driving her to it! Could anything be more fitting ?" As though grasped by powerful unseen hands beneath the surface, the boat shot forward.

The woman, feeling the sudden pull of the current, stopped rowing, and looked about as if wondering what had happened.