I know that too--as well as if you'd told me." The passion in his voice was rising, and it was as if the heat of it rekindled her animation.

With a jerky movement she flung up both her hands, grasping tensely the arms that held her so rigidly.
"Yes, I love him!" she said, and her voice rang wildly.

"I love him! I don't care what he is! Rufus--Rufus--oh, for the love of Heaven, don't let him drown!" The words rushed out desperately; it was as if her whole nature, all her pride, all her courage, were flung into that frantic appeal.

She clung to the man with straining entreaty.

"Oh, go down and save him!" she begged.