Her friends, not daring to follow closer to the dangerous water, were pulling madly for the landing at the foot of the garden.

The boat in the middle of the river moved faster.
"Look, Betty Jo, look!" shouted the man on the porch, madly.

"It's got her now--the river has got her--look!" With a scream of fear, the woman in the boat dropped her oars, and grasped the gunwale of the little craft.
Brian Kent laughed.
Betty Jo shrank back from him, her eyes, big with horror, fixed upon his face.

Then, with a quick movement, she sprang toward him again, and, catching his arm, shook him with all her strength and struck him again and again with her fist.
"Brian! Brian!" she cried.

"You are insane!" The man looked down at her for an instant with an expression of bewildered astonishment on his face, as one awakened from a dream.