waters as she stood with uplifted paddle and staring
eyeballs awaiting the rising of the child.
Crusoe came up almost instantly, but
alone
, for the
dash over the fall had wrenched the child from his teeth.
He raised himself high up, and looked anxiously round
for a moment. Then he caught sight of a little hand
raised above the boiling flood. In one moment he had
the child again by the hair, and just as the prow of the