The drag caught, and Gray lifted his oars.

The man with the rope, who had suddenly got a great reverence for Gray's skill, willingly allowed him to draw in the line.

The Poet did so cautiously and tremblingly.

When the body came above the water, he had all he could do to keep from fainting.

He gently took hold of the arms and said to his companion, "Pull away now." And with his own wild, longing, desolate heart full of grief, Gray held to the little form and drew her through the water.