He could not lose! It was inconceivable.

Impossible! With HER to fight for--this slim, wonderful creature who smiled at him even as she saw death.
And then, as his arm closed still more tightly about her, the monsters of power and death gave him their answer.

The scow swung free of the Dragon's Tooth, half-filled with water.

Its cracked and broken carcass was caught in the rock jaws of the eastern channel.

It ceased to be a floating thing.