CHAPTER XXIX.
IN CONSTANT PERIL.
The frightful peril of Inza commanded Frank's whole attention. He leaped toward her. He saw her slipping from the damp rock.
The eddying, swirling, hissing water was dragging at her feet. Inza's gloved fingers clutched vainly at the rock. She could obtain no detaining hold upon it.
She turned her white, bloodless face toward Frank, horror and despair in her dilated eyes. He reached her, swung out with one long stride to the rock, stooping and clutching her just as she must have been swept away.
His fingers closed on her arms with a grip like iron. He swung her to her feet and flung her into the hollow of his left arm. Then he turned and leaped back to the solid ground.
Inza had not fainted. She was limp and nerveless, but still conscious.
Of course, just then Frank's attention was given entirely to her; but the moment he realized she did not need him, he placed her gently on the ground and turned to look for the man in black who had fled past him.
By this time the attention of Bart and Elsie had been attracted. They saw something was the matter, and they hastened toward Inza.