There was another slow shiver of the big tree.

The remainder of the gang stood motionless, but Freckles sprang past the trunk and went leaping in big bounds.

He caught up the Angel and dashed through the thicket for safety.

The swaying trunk was half over when, for an instant, a near-by tree stayed its fall.

They saw Freckles' foot catch, and with the Angel he plunged headlong.
A terrible cry broke from the men, while McLean covered his face.
Instantly Freckles was up, with the Angel in his arms, struggling on.
The outer limbs were on them when they saw Freckles hurl the Angel, face down, in the muck, as far from him as he could send her.