"Go up to the field and send some one for help." Then he turned his attention again to his strokes, and raising his head once, saw an open river before him with nothing in sight between him and the opposite bank save, farther down stream, a floating oar.

He had made some allowance for the current, and when in another moment he had reached what seemed to him to be near the scene of the catastrophe, yet a little farther down stream, he trod water and looked about.

Under the bluff to the right Cloud was crawling from the river.
West was gone from sight.

About him ran the stream, and save for its noise no sound came to him, and nothing rewarded his eager, searching gaze save a branch that floated slowly by.

With despair at his heart, he threw up his arms and sank with wide-open eyes, peering about him in the hazy depths.