Three seconds more, and with a savage curse, Hadden had remounted the
pony and was riding for his life towards the river, which a while later
he crossed in safety.
CHAPTER VI
THE GHOST OF THE DEAD
When Nanea leapt from the dizzy platform that overhung the Pool of Doom,
a strange fortune befell her. Close in to the precipice were many jagged
rocks, and on these the waters of the fall fell and thundered, bounding
from them in spouts of spray into the troubled depths of the foss
beyond. It was on these stones that the life was dashed out from the
bodies of the wretched victims who were hurled from above. But Nanea, it
will be remembered, had not waited to be treated thus, and as it chanced
the strong spring with which she had leapt to death carried her clear of
the rocks. By a very little she missed the edge of them and striking the
deep water head first like some practised diver, she sank down and down
till she thought that she would never rise again. Yet she did rise,
at the end of the pool in the mouth of the rapid, along which she sped
swiftly, carried down by the rush of the water.
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