He looked at the girl in the bow. The slender figure Was a little
more erect, the glowing head held a little higher. In those
moments he would have liked to see her face, the wonderful
something that must be in her eyes as she rode fearlessly into the
teeth of the menace ahead. For he could see that she was not
afraid, that she was facing this thing with a sort of exultation,
that there was something about it which thrilled her until every
drop of blood in her body was racing with the impetus of the
stream itself. Eddies of wind puffing out from between the chasm
walls tossed her loose hair about her back in a glistening veil.
He saw a long strand of it trailing over the edge of the canoe
into the water. It made him shiver, and he wanted to cry out to
Bateese that he was a fool for risking her life like this. He
forgot that he was the one helpless individual in the canoe, and
that an upset would mean the end for him, while Bateese and his
companion might still fight on. His thought and his vision were
focused on the girl--and what lay straight ahead. A mass of froth,
like a windrow of snow, rose up before them, and the canoe plunged
into it with the swiftness of a shot.
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