Iberville, supporting the now senseless boy, swung down the mad torrent, his eyes blinded with blood so that he could not see.

But he heard De Casson's voice, and with a splendid effort threw himself and the lad towards it.

The priest also fought upwards to them and caught them as they came, having reserved his great strength until now.

Throwing his left arm over the lad he relieved Iberville of his burden, but called to him to hold on.

The blood was flowing into Iberville's eyes and he could do nothing else.