"There is nothing so slippery as logs." Elizabeth, who had been dreaming, looked up anxiously.

As she did so Philip, high perched on the furthest logs, turned again to shout to his sister, his light figure clear against the sunlit distance.

Then the figure wavered, there was a sound of crashing wood, and Philip fell head-foremost into the lake before him.
The young man on the bank looked up, threw away his rod and his coat, and was just plunging into the lake when he was anticipated by another man who had come running down the bank of the hotel, and was already in the water.

Elizabeth, as she rushed along the edge, recognized Anderson.
Philip seemed to have disappeared; but Anderson dived, and presently emerged with a limp burden.

The guide was now aiding him, and between them they brought young Gaddesden to land.