Behind them, the other canoe plunged down the rapid, rather bounding than sliding from wave to wave.

In front, the black shape of the overturned craft washed to and fro like a drifting log.

Thirlwell shouted as they sped past a rock, the canoe was swung violently sideways, and they were out of the main rush.

There was an eddy behind the rock and the water ran round in white-lined rings.

The moonlight fell across the center and Agatha saw a man's dark head.
Thirlwell backed his paddle and as they swept round in a semi-circle the _Metis_ stretched out his arm.