One of them seemed to be helpless in the grasp of the other, and staggering clear of the planer they went reeling through the mill.

Then there was a splash in the river, and Alton returned alone, breathless and somewhat white in face.
"Sorry, but there was no other way out of it," he said a trifle hoarsely.

"Now I've got to size up the ruin, if you'll excuse me." Deringham turned away with his daughter in time to see a dripping object crawl out on the opposite side of the river.

"Are you still pleased with your tame bear ?" he said ironically.
The girl laughed a little, though her colour was perhaps a trifle higher than usual.

"There is a good deal of the beast still unsubdued in him," she said.
Deringham nodded.