Azurma hears the angry roar of the tide in her ears, and prepares herself for the worst.
She lifts her head for a single instant, and sees the foaming crest but a few yards distant.
The next minute, with a rush and a roar, she is carried over.
Contrary to her expectations, she is not dashed to a shapeless mass upon a bed of jagged rocks, but finds herself struggling in a lake of comparatively still water.
Azurma knew how to swim, and, after brushing her long tresses from her eyes, she drew a long breath and started for the shore, close at hand.
Faint and exhausted, she reached it, and sank upon the ground in a semi-unconscious condition.
She was aroused to her full senses presently by hearing the pattering made by some animal running toward her.
In an instant she sprang to her feet.
A cry of joy escaped her lips.
Coming toward her was Jupiter, the dog she had seen go over the falls with his master the day before.