CHAPTER XVII.
THE RENCOUNTER.
Catesby himself could scarcely tell how he accomplished his hair-breadth escape.

Reckless almost of the result, he slided down the rock, catching at occasional irregularities as he descended.

The river was of great depth at this point, and broke the force of his fall.

On rising, he struck out a few yards, and suffered himself to be carried down the stream.

He had never for one moment relinquished his hold of Garnet, and being an admirable swimmer, found little difficulty in sustaining him with one arm, while with the other he guided his course in the water.