The falls
were short, with a vicious whirlpool at the foot. One glance showed
the Na-che broken and inverted, dancing in this. Enoch bent to his
right oar and by a miracle of luck this, with a wave from a pot hole,
threw them clear of the sucking whirlpool, but dashed them so violently
against the rocky shore that the Ida's stern was stove in and Milton
rolled off into the water. Enoch dropped his oars, seized the stern
rope, jumped for the rocks and sprawled upon one. He made a quick turn
of the rope, then leaped back for Milton, whose head showed a boat's
length downstream.
Forrester staggered ashore, then with a life preserver on the end of a
rope, he started along the river's edge. Half a dozen strokes brought
Enoch to Milton. He lifted the unconscious man's mouth out of water
and caught the life preserver that Forrester threw him. It seemed for
a moment as if poor Forrester had reached the limit of his strength,
but Enoch, after a violent effort, brought Milton into a quiet eddy and
here Forrester was able to give help and Milton was dragged up on the
rocks.
At this moment, Jonas, his eyes rolling, clothes torn and dripping,
clambered round a rocky projection, just beyond where they were placing
Milton.
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