Harry saw the fierce light in Skelly's eye turn to joy. The man foresaw
his triumph, and he began to curse low, but fast and with savage
unction. Harry felt himself weakening, and he made another mighty
effort to retain his hold, but the fingers still slipped, and, as Skelly
struck him harder than ever in the chest, they flew loose entirely.
He knew that if Skelly had room for the full play of his arm that he
would be knocked senseless at the next blow, and to ward it off he
seized the man by his huge chest, tripping at the same time with all his
might. The two fell, rolled over in their struggling, and then Harry
felt himself dropping from a height. The next moment the deep waters of
the Kentucky closed over the two, still locked fast in a deadly combat,
and the waves circled away in diminishing height from the spot where
they had sunk.
CHAPTER IX
THE RIVER JOURNEY
"Best pour a little of this down his throat. It'll cut an' burn,
but if there's a spark o' life left in him it'll set it to blazin'."
Harry became conscious of the "cutting" and "burning," and, struggling
weakly, he sat up.
"That's better," continued the deep, masculine voice. "You've been
layin' on your face, lettin' the Kentucky River run out of your mouth,
while we was poundin' you on the back to increase the speed o' the
current.
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