Then catching Jess by the hair with his left hand he made his effort, and a desperate one it was.

The broken water boiled furiously round the rocks.

Presently he was in it, and, better still, his feet touched the ground.

Next second he was swept off them and rolled over and over at the bottom of the river, to be sadly knocked about against the boulders.

Somehow he struggled to his legs, still retaining his hold of Jess.