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For a brief space after the breaking of the scoeep Kent did not hter around his neck He caught a flash of her upturned face, the flush of a few moments before replaced by a deathly pallor, and he knew that without explanation on his part she understood the allad of that It gave hio into a panic, no matter what happened He bowed his face to hers, so that he felt the velvety smoothness of her cheek She turned herfor a moment, fierce with his love for her, desperate with his deter swiftly There was possibly one chance in ten that the scow--rudderless and without huuidance--would sweep safely between the black walls and jagged teeth of the Chute Even if the scow e, they would be in the power of the Police, unless some splendid whih

On the other hand, if it was carried far enough through the lower rapids, theyacross the pack That, after all, was his greatest hope--if the scow e of the Chute The bulwarks of the scoould give thereater protection than the thinner walls of the launch would give to their pursuers In his heart there raged suddenly a hatred for that Lahich he had been a part It was running theht There would not be more than threebeca like an unbridled race-horse through the boiling rapids now The clu tops of great rocks shot past a little out of their channel And Marette, with one ar the peril ahead with hi squarely in their path In another hundred and twenty seconds they would be upon it--or past it There was no ti to his pack, whipped a knife from his pocket, and cut the stout babiche rope that reenforced its straps In another instant he was back at Marette's side, fastening the babiche about her waist The other end he gave to her, and she tied it about his wrist She se, tense little sreat faith in him, and knehat the babiche meant