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.
Springing to her feet, Betty Jo started madly up the trail that leads over the bluff.