And then a strange relaxation swept over him.

Some force seemed to pass out of his flesh, and his arms hung limp.

She was there, _alive!_ He could see the whiteness leave her face and a flush of color come into it, and he heard a little cry as she jumped down from the log and came toward him.

It had all happened in a few seconds, but it seemed a long time to Alan.
He saw nothing about her or beyond her.

It was as if she were floating up to him out of the cold mists of the sea.