The light girlish figure, however, glided safely over the place of danger.

Jeffreys had just time to swerve and let her pass, and next moment he was struggling heavily twenty yards beyond in ten feet of icy water.
It all happened in a moment.

Percy's shout, the crack, the girl's cry, and Julius's wild howl, all seemed part of the same noise.
Percy, the first of the spectators to recover his self-possession, shouted to Scarfe, and started for the whole.
"I'm all right, don't come nearer," called Jeffreys, as he approached; "there's a ladder there, where Scarfe is.

Bring it." Percy darted off at a tangent, leaving Jeffreys, cool in body and mind, to await his return.

To an ordinarily excitable person, the position was a critical one.