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An hour later the fighting forces in his body dragged Kent back into existence He opened his eyes The shock of what had happened did not at once fall upon hi from a sleep that had been filled with pain and horror

Then he saw a black rock wall opposite him; he heard the sullen roar of the streaht reflected froed hi that was like an iron hoop--choking his senses--see out Marette's na his tongue after that first cry, filling his throat with a one She was lost She was dead

Swiftly, as reason came, his eyes took in his environment For a quarter of a mile above him he could see the white spuht He could hear more clearly the roar of the death-floods But close to hiue of rock and shale, upon which the current had flung him In front of him was a rock wall Behind hi except where he stood And Marette was not with him

Only the truth could batter at his brain as he stood there But his physical self refused to accept that truth If he had lived, shethe rocks-Theof her naue of rock to the boulder-strewn edge of the chas of the Chute He ca, unrecognizable, half a low of the setting sun struck hihted up the green world for him Ahead of him the river widened and swept on in tranquil quiet

And noas no longer fear that possessed hi The years fell froreat childish grief, as he searched along the edge of the shore Over and over again he cried and whispered Marette's name