“Help me, father! Mr Gerrard! Oh, it is an alligator!” and as she spoke she was nearly unseated. “It has Cato by the off hind leg.”
Gerrard, only ten yards away from her, turned his horse's head, and shouted to her to throw herself off, and then, with a deadly terror in his heart, saw her shaken off; and disappear in the surging stream, but in a few seconds she rose to the surface, panting and choking, but swimming bravely, though she was unable to see. Gerrard, now beside her, leant over, placed his left arm round her waist, and held her tight.
“Don't be afraid,” he said, “I have you safe; take a good grip of my horse's mane and hold on; he will take you across in a few minutes,” and as the girl obeyed, he slipped out of the saddle, so as to swim beside her. Then his bronzed face went white with horror as the black snout of an alligator thrust itself out of the water between the girl and himself, and the saurian tried to seize her by the shoulder. In an instant Gerrard had clutched the reptile by the throat with his right hand.
“Go on, go on; for God's sake, do not mind me!” he cried to Kate; “I have the brute by its throat,” and then, as he and the hideous creature were struggling fiercely, Fraser came to his assistance, and emptied the five chambers of his heavy Colt's pistol into its body, and Gerrard, whose face was cut open by a stroke of one of the reptile's fore-paws, remembered nothing more till he found himself lying upon the bank with Fraser and the stockmen attending to him.
“Is Miss Fraser safe?” was his first question.
“Yes, thanks to God and to your bravery,” answered Fraser with deep emotion; “but don't speak any more just now, there's a good fellow. The brute has ripped the left side of your face open from the top of your head to the chin, and we are trying to put in some stitches.”
“All right,” was the cheerful, but faint response; “but tell me—is my eye gone?”
“No, boss,” said Trouton quickly, “your eye is all right, but the eyebrow is mauled pretty badly, and was hanging over it, but we've got it back again now, and tied it up in place. Here, boss, take a sup o' this,” and he placed a brandy flask to Gerrard's lips. The liquor stung his lacerated lips like fire, but it revived him.
“Where is Miss Fraser?” he then asked.
“Here, beside you, dear Mr Gerrard,” said the girl brokenly, as she pressed his hand, and turned her face away in blinding tears.