Something gave way.

She felt the sharp sting of it, and then she plunged into the current, and swept down with it, and in the edge of the pool struck out with all her last strength until her feet touched bottom, and she could stand.

She wiped the water from her eyes, sobbing in her breathless fear--her mighty hope.

Peter had reached the shore.

He had dragged himself out, and had crumpled down in a broken heap--but he was facing her, his bright eyes wide open and questing for her.