The downward sweep of the water at this point was not particularly strong, the main channel being some distance further out, and we were soon making perceptible progress.

The light here in the open was better, although dim enough still, and revealing little of our surroundings.

All was wrapped in gloom along shore, and beyond the radius of a few yards no objects could be discerned.

The river itself swept past us, a hidden mystery.

Sam knelt on his knees, peering eagerly forward into the blackness, an occasional growl of his voice the only evidence of his presence.