Springing after, in an attempt to cover her body with his own, he whirled to see if they were yet in danger, and with outstretched arms braced himself for the shock.

The branches shut them from sight, and the awful crash rocked the earth.
McLean and Duncan ran with axes and saws.

The remainder of the gang followed, and they worked desperately.

It seemed a long time before they caught a glimpse of the Angel's blue dress, but it renewed their vigor.
Duncan fell on his knees beside her and tore the muck from underneath her with his hands.

In a few seconds he dragged her out, choking and stunned, but surely not fatally hurt.
Freckles lay a little farther under the tree, a big limb pinning him down.