He plunged for her, missed his grip, and then saw her opposite him, clinging to the same rock.

The babiche rope had saved her.

Fastened about her waist and tied to his wrist, it still held them together--with the five feet of rock between them.
Panting, their life half beaten out of them, their eyes met over that rock.

Now that he was out of the water, the blood began streaming from Kent's arms and shoulders and face, but he smiled at her as a few moments before she had smiled at him.

Her eyes were filled with the pain of his hurts.