"Harry is in the drink! I never knew he was so fond of water as all that.

You've got to swim for it now, old boy." "Throw him something," said Knight.
Past them ran Barry, throwing off coat and vest.
"He can't swim," he cried, tearing at his boots.

"Throw him a line, some one." He ran down to the water's edge, plunged in, and swam toward the unfortunate Harry, who, splashing wildly, was being carried rapidly into the rough water.
"Oh, father, he will be drowned!" cried Paula, rushing toward a canoe which was drawn up on the shore.

Before any one could reach her she had pushed it out and was steering over the boiling current in Barry's wake.
But after a few strokes of her paddle she found herself driven far out into the current and away from the struggling men.

Paula had had sufficient experience with a canoe to handle it with considerable ease in smooth water and under ordinary conditions, but in the swirl of this rough and swift water the canoe took the management of its course out of her hands, and she had all she could do to keep afloat.
"For God's sake, men, get her!" cried Brand.