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Consciousness won back to Allan Stern--how long afterward he could not tell--under the guise of a vast roaring tuain in huge, titanic cadences of sound

And coupled with this gli sense-iuely as in the ht that weakly filtered through the gloom

Weak, sick, dazed, the ht "Beatrice!" flashed back again

With a tre and shaken, weak, unnerved and wounded, he ed to raise himself upon one elbow and to peer about hiht, with all his senses distorted by confusion and by pain, he made shift to comprehend a little of what he saw

He understood that, by some fluke of fate, life still remained in him; that, in soe of rock there in the cataract--a ledge over which spray and foaantic flood, offered a chance of te in a vast sreen, he saw the steady downpour of the falls Out at either side, as he lay there still unable to rise, he caught glilimpses of shite water, that broke and crea, swept away, away, to unknown depths below that narrow, slippery ledge

Realization of all this had hardly forced itself upon his dazed perceptions when a stronger recrudescence of his thought about the girl surged back upon him

"Beatrice! Beatrice!" he gasped, and struggled up

On hands and knees, groping, half-blinded, deafened, he began to crawl; and as he crawled, he shouted the girl's na of the vast tourbillions and eddies that swirled about the rock, white and ravening, drowned his voice Vague yet terrible, in the light of the di flood howled past And in Stern's heart, as he now ca, a vast despair took shape, a sickening fear surged up

Again he shouted, chokingly, creeping along the slippery ledge Through the driving onized eyes Where was the ya? Where the girl? Down there in that insane welter of the hta projection of the rock, he hauled hi, a strange, tattered, dripping figure in the diht, wounded, breathless and disheveled, with bloodshot eyes that sought to pierce the hissing spray