"We ain't afraid, are we, baby?
We'll make it--sure--sure--we'll make it--" She set out bravely, and the current swished about her ankles, to her knees, to her hips.

And then, suddenly, unseen hands under the water seemed to rouse themselves, and she felt them pulling and tugging at her as the water deepened to her waist.

In another moment she was fighting, fighting to hold her feet, struggling to keep the forces from driving her downstream.

And then came the supreme moment, close to the shore for which she was striving.

She felt herself giving away, and she cried out brokenly for Peter not to be afraid.