The light struck upon his head.

Then he dived under--or seemed to dive under.

He was long in coming up; and when he did so it was in the same place and his backward-drawn face had a strangeness.
"Ian!" Ian sank again.
"He's crampit!" Alexander flashed like a thrown brand down the way he had mounted and across the strip of weeds, and in again to the steel-dark water.

"I'm coming!" He gained to his fellow, caught him ere he sank the third time.
Dragged from the Kelpie's Pool, Ian lay upon the moor.

Alexander, bringing with haste the clothes from the stone above, knelt beside him, rubbed and kneaded the life into him.