Peter was gone.

And then, suddenly, her heart seemed to stop its beating, and her eyes widened, and in that moment of astounding miracle she forgot that she was hanging by her hair in the ugly lip of the flood, with slippery hands beating and pulling at her from below.

For she saw Peter--Peter in the edge of the pool--making his way toward the shore! For a space she could not believe.

It must be his dead body drifting.

It could not be Peter--swimming! And yet--his head was above the water--he was moving shoreward--he was struggling-- Frantically she tore at the detaining clutch above her.