She ran vaguely on in the direction of the reservoir, with her father's injunction still in her mind, until a terrible idea displaced it, and she turned at right angles suddenly, and ran towards the slope leading down to the submerged flat.

She had barely left the shelter of the trees behind her before the roar of water seemed to rise at her very feet.

She stopped, dazed, bewildered, and horror-stricken, on the edge of the slope.

It was the slope no longer, but the bank of the river itself! Even in the gray light of early morning, and with inexperienced eyes, she saw all too clearly now.

The trestle-work had given way; the curving mile of flume, fallen into the stream, and, crushed and dammed against the opposite shore, had absolutely turned the whole river through the half-finished ditch and partly excavated mine in its way, a few rods further on to join the old familiar channel.