I set my arm round Hilda and led her to the water’s edge.  Erling went to the very verge of the wood and listened for a moment.  The men from either side were nearing each other, but as yet neither party could see the other.  Then, of a sudden, Erling lifted his voice and called, as if hastily: 

“Back, back!  Get round the far end—­quick!”

The footsteps stopped, and voices cried in answer.  Each party thought the other called to them.  Erling gave a hunter’s whoop, as if he saw the quarry, and cried them back again.  Then there were a quick rush away on either side, and more shouts, and at that Erling came to us, laughing.

“There will be a bit of a puzzlement at the other end of the cover,” he said.  “Now, master, let me see what water there is.”

He stepped into it, trying the depth with his spear as he went.  For ten paces it deepened gradually, and then more quickly.  He passed on, up to his waist, then to his elbows, and so to his neck.  Then he disappeared suddenly, and Hilda almost cried out.  His head came up again in a moment, and he swam for three strokes or so, and then he was on his feet again.

Now he turned toward us, and felt about with his spear once more, and so walked steadily back to us—­not quite in the same line, but with the water hardly more than to his shoulders.

“It is easy enough,” he said.  “I did but step into a hole, and so lost my footing.  Pass me the cloaks, for we will have them over dry.”

I took his from where he left it by me, and rolled up mine and Hilda’s in it.  Silently, but with a little wan smile, she took a scarf from her neck and gave it me to tie them with.  Then Erling took them on his spear and waded back till he could toss them to the far bank, and so turned to my help.

By that time I had taken up Hilda as best I might, holding her high, bidding her fear not, and clutch me as little as possible.  She said nothing, being very brave, but nearly choked me once when the water struck cold as it reached her.

The rising flood water swirled and beat on me as I went deeper and deeper, and glad enough I was when Erling came to my side upstream and helped to steady me.  Once we stopped and swayed against the rush for a long moment, half helpless; but we won, and struggled on.  Then a back eddy took the pressure from us, and we went more quickly and steadily, and so found the shallows, and at last the bank.

Thankful enough I was, for it had nearly been a matter of swimming at one time; and if that had happened, I hardly care to think how we should have fared.

I set Hilda down and gasped.  She was not light when we started, but with each step from the deeps to the shallows she had grown heavier with the dragging weight of wet skirts; and that had puzzled me in a foolish way, so that I thought that the weeds were holding her down.  Now we three stood and dripped, and were fain to laugh at one another; while the men we had escaped from were talking loudly at the far end of the cover, where they had met.