Like
a thing of glass she broke in two with the terrific impact, and
in another instant the waters about her were filled with
screaming men.
Barbara Harding felt herself hurtled from the deck as
though shot from a catapult. The swirling waters engulfed her.
She knew that her end had come, only the most powerful of
swimmers might hope to win through that lashing hell of
waters to the beach beyond. For a girl to do it was too
hopeless even to contemplate; but she recalled Theriere's
words of so short a time ago: "There's no hope, I'm afraid;
but, by George, I intend to go down fighting," and with the
recollection came a like resolve on her part--to go down
fighting, and so she struck out against the powerful waters
that swirled her hither and thither, now perilously close to the
rocky sides of the entrance, and now into the mad chaos of
the channel's center. Would to heaven that Theriere were near
her, she thought, for if any could save her it would be he.
Since she had come to believe in the man's friendship and
sincerity Barbara Harding had felt renewed hope of eventual
salvation, and with the hope had come a desire to live which
had almost been lacking for the greater part of her detention
upon the Halfmoon.
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