Rod's heart began to beat with drum-like fierceness.

Ten seconds! A quarter of a minute! He looked at Wabigoon.
The young Indian had thrown off his caribou-skin coat; his eyes, as he turned them for a moment toward Rod, flashed back the white youth's fear.
"I'm going to dive for him!" In another instant he had plunged head foremost into the pool.
Mukoki's coat fell to the ground.

He crouched forward until it seemed he must topple from the stone upon which he stood.

Another fifteen seconds and Wabigoon's head appeared above the water, and the old warrior gave a shout.
"Me come!" He shot out and disappeared in a huge splash close to Wabi.

Rod stood transfixed, filled with a fear that was growing in him at every breath he drew.