He saw the lad struggle bravely and strike out, but a cross current caught him and carried him towards the steep shore.

There he was thrown against a rock.

His strength seemed to fail, but he grasped the rock.

It was scraggy, and though it tore and bruised him he clung to it.
Iberville threw off his doublet, and prepared to spring as his boat came down.

But another had made ready.