Her weight was nothing to his excited strength.

The moment they issued, and she saw the Glashburn raving along through the lawn, with little more than the breadth of the drive between it and the house, she saw the necessity of escape, though she did not perceive half the dire necessity for haste.
Every few moments, a great gush would dash out twelve or fifteen yards over the gravel and sink again, carrying many feet of the bank with it, and widening by so much the raging channel.
"Put me down, Gibbie," she said; "I will run as fast as you like." He obeyed at once.
"Oh!" she cried, "Mistress Mac Farlane!--I wonder if she knows.

Run and knock at the kitchen window." Gibbie darted off, gave three loud hurried taps on the window, came flying back, took Ginevra's hand in his, drew her on till she was at her full speed, turned sharp to the left round the corner of the house, and shot down to the empty channel of the burn.

As they crossed it, even to the inexperienced eyes of the girl it was plain what had caused the phenomenon.

A short distance up the stream, the whole facing of its lofty right bank had slipped down into its channel.