It spattered in his face,
and blinded him for an instant. Then they were out of it, and he
fancied he heard a note of laughter from the girl in the bow. In
the next breath he called himself a fool for imagining that. For
the run was dead ahead, and the girl became vibrant with life, her
paddle flashing in and out, while from her lips came sharp, clear
cries which brought from Eateese frog-like bellows of response.
The walls shot past; inundations rose and plunged under them;
black rocks whipped with caps of foam raced up-stream with the
speed of living things; the roar became a drowning voice, and
then--as if outreached by the wings of a swifter thing--dropped
suddenly behind them. Smoother water lay ahead. The channel
broadened. Moonlight filled it with a clearer radiance, and
Carrigan saw the girl's hair glistening wet, and her arms
dripping.
For the first time he turned about and faced Bateese. The half-
breed was grinning like a Cheshire cat!
"You're a confoundedly queer pair!" grunted Carrigan, and he
turned about again to find Jeanne Marie-Anne Boulain as
unconcerned as though running the Holy Ghost Rapids in the glow of
the moon was nothing more than a matter of play.
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