Seeing and recognizing them from above, Mistress Mac Pholp raised a terrible outcry.

In the very presence of her drowning husband, such a wanton dissipation of her property roused her to fiercest wrath, for she imagined Gibbie was emptying her house with leisurely revenge.

Satisfied at length, he floated out his barrel, and followed with the line in his hand, to aid its direction if necessary.

It struck the tree.

With a yell of joy Angus laid hold of it, and hauling the line taut, and feeling it secure, committed himself at once to the water, holding by the barrel, and swimming with his legs, while Gibbie, away to the side with a hold of the rope, was swimming his hardest to draw him out of the current.