“Save yourself.  It is no use, I can’t hurry; every step is torture,” the unknown said, with a groan, as she fairly dragged him on to his feet, which were swathed in towels.

But she would not leave him.  “Lean on me as heavily as you please.  I am tremendously strong, and I would try carrying you if you were not so big,” she said, with bustling cheerfulness, as, slipping her arm round him, she hurried him forward.

What a walk it was over that cracking, splitting ice!  Mrs. Jenkin had begun screaming again; and although Katherine was wet through with ice-cold water, she could feel the perspiration start as she faced their chances of escape.  An oncoming fragment at that moment fouled with a similar piece swirling round from another direction, and the moment thus gained proved their salvation.  With quiet obstinacy the stranger made Katherine enter the boat first; then, as he stumbled in himself, the two fragments dashed into the island, which smashed into a thousand pieces.

CHAPTER X

The Stranger Proves a Friend in Need

“Just in time!” exclaimed Miles with a sob of relief.  He would have been most horribly ashamed of tears at any other time, but Katherine’s danger had been so imminent that even his natural desire for manliness was forgotten for the moment.

Katherine drew a long breath and set her teeth firmly.  She was trembling violently now the strain was over, and it was all she could do to keep from bursting into noisy crying.  But the stranger was shivering too, and in her care for him she forgot her own foolish desire for tears.

“You are as wet as I am, and as cold.  Can you row?” she asked, remembering the strength of arm he had displayed in dragging her out of the water.

“Yes, and shall be glad to do it.  You will be safer rowing too,” he answered, then motioned to Miles to give place.

“I’ll steer; then we can go ahead,” said the boy jerkily.  He had not got over his fright yet, and was trembling almost as badly as the others.

Slipping into their places, Katherine and the stranger took the oars.  Miles edged them out of the crowding ice dangers, and, keeping well to the bank, they began their progress up river.

“Mrs. Jenkin is beckoning.  Will you go across?” asked Miles.

“No,” Katherine answered with prompt decision.  “The force of the current is fearful, and we have faced enough risks for one day.  Besides, it is of no use; we want dry garments.  Mrs. Jenkin has barely enough clothes for herself, so I am certain she could not supply my needs; and no garments of Stee’s would be big enough for this—­this gentleman.”

“My name is Jervis Ferrars,” put in the stranger, seeing her embarrassment and hastening to relieve it.

“Thank you!” murmured Katherine, a flush coming into her cheeks which made her charming despite her bedraggled condition.  Then she went on:  “I think it will be better for you to come with us right up to Roaring Water Portage, because then we can lend you some of Father’s clothes:  he is tall, and they will about fit you, I should think; and it is so very difficult to get what one wants at Seal Cove.”