The young man set off running towards him.
"What's happened ?" he cried fiercely.

"Where's Bubbles, Varick ?" Varick was ashen; and he looked dazed--utterly unlike his usual collected self.
"She stumbled--and went over the side of the embankment.

She's in the water, down there," he said at last, in a hoarse, stifled voice.
Donnington turned quickly, and stared down into the grey water.

He could see nothing--nothing! He threw off his coat.
"Was it just here ?" He looked at Varick with a feeling of anguished exasperation; it was as if the horror and the shock had congealed the man's mental faculties.
Suddenly Varick roused himself.
"Can you swim ?" He gripped Donnington strongly by the arm.

"If not, it's--it's no good your going in--you'd only drown too." Donnington wrenched himself free from the other's hold, and, rushing down the bank, threw himself into the icy cold water....
Suddenly he saw, a long way off, a small, shapeless, mass rising ...