But the drench of water and her hair blinded her so that she could not see.

And she found all at once that the strength had gone from her body.

Vainly she tried to drag herself up beside Peter, and in the struggle she raised herself a little, so that a low-hanging branch of a tree swept her like a mighty arm from the log.
With a cry she reached out for Peter.

But he was gone, the log was gone, and she felt a vicious pulling at her hair, as Jed Hawkins himself had often pulled it, and for a few moments the current pounded against her body and the tree-limb swayed back and forth as it held her there by her hair.
If there was pain from that tugging, Nada did not feel it.

She could see now, and thirty yards below her was a wide, quiet pool into which the log was drifting.