Her hair and arms and shoulders were dripping with the splash of water.

But she was not terrified as he had seen terror.

When she turned her eyes to him, he was amazed by the quiet, calm look that was in them.

Her lips trembled.
His soul expressed itself in a wordless cry that was drowned in another crash of timber as a jutting snag of the Tooth crumpled up the little cabin as if it had been pasteboard.

He felt overwhelming him the surge of a thing mightier than the menace of the Chute.