MY FRIEND, THE DEPUTY SHERIFF Well below the surface, yet impelled swiftly downward by the sturdy rush of the current, sweeping about the steamer's stern, I struck out with all the strength of my arms, anxious to attain in that first effort the greatest possible distance.

I came panting up to breathe, my face lifted barely above the surface, dashing the water from my eyes, and casting one swift glance backward toward the landing.

The high stern of the _Adventurer_ was already some considerable distance away, exhibiting no sign of movement along her after-decks, but with that snake-like line of men still pouring over the crest of the bank, and disappearing forward.

Great volumes of black smoke swept forth from the funnels, and my ears could distinguish the ceaseless hiss of steam.

Again I permitted my body to sink into the depths, swimming onward with easier stroke, satisfied I had not been seen.
When I came up the second time I was quite far enough to be safe, and the stragglers had largely disappeared on board.