Yet another minute and it would disappear round the corner of the wall of the Voincourt park, under the arched vault through which the Chevrotte passed.
There were several seconds of anxious waiting.

He saw at once what had happened, and rushed forward.

But the current, leaping over the pebbles, carried this sacque, which seemed possessed, as it went along, much more rapidly than he.

He stooped, thinking he had caught it, but took up only a handful of soapy foam.

Twice he failed.