But apparently the attempt was a failure, for he quickly rested his hand on his companion's massive shoulder.
They had reached the second of the bridge's three spans.

Below them in the darkness the yellow flood poured in noisy volume.

As Langham knew, here the stream was at its deepest and its current the swiftest.

He knew also that his chance had come; but he dared not make use of it.

The breath whistled from his lips and the moisture came from every pore.