At first he could see nothing.  Then amidst the glistening of the whirlpools and the white clots of foam he distinguished a woman’s bonnet floating alone.  His search was now under the left wall, when something came to the surface almost close beside him.  It was not, as he had expected, a woman, but a man.  The reddleman put the ring of the lantern between his teeth, seized the floating man by the collar, and, holding on to the hatch with his remaining arm, struck out into the strongest race, by which the unconscious man, the hatch, and himself were carried down the stream.  As soon as Venn found his feet dragging over the pebbles of the shallower part below he secured his footing and waded towards the brink.  There, where the water stood at about the height of his waist, he flung away the hatch, and attempted to drag forth the man.  This was a matter of great difficulty, and he found as the reason that the legs of the unfortunate stranger were tightly embraced by the arms of another man, who had hitherto been entirely beneath the surface.

At this moment his heart bounded to hear footsteps running towards him, and two men, roused by Thomasin, appeared at the brink above.  They ran to where Venn was, and helped him in lifting out the apparently drowned persons, separating them, and laying them out upon the grass.  Venn turned the light upon their faces.  The one who had been uppermost was Yeobright; he who had been completely submerged was Wildeve.

“Now we must search the hole again,” said Venn.  “A woman is in there somewhere.  Get a pole.”

One of the men went to the foot-bridge and tore off the handrail.  The reddleman and the two others then entered the water together from below as before, and with their united force probed the pool forwards to where it sloped down to its central depth.  Venn was not mistaken in supposing that any person who had sunk for the last time would be washed down to this point, for when they had examined to about half-way across something impeded their thrust.

“Pull it forward,” said Venn, and they raked it in with the pole till it was close to their feet.

Venn vanished under the stream, and came up with an armful of wet drapery enclosing a woman’s cold form, which was all that remained of the desperate Eustacia.

When they reached the bank there stood Thomasin, in a stress of grief, bending over the two unconscious ones who already lay there.  The horse and cart were brought to the nearest point in the road, and it was the work of a few minutes only to place the three in the vehicle.  Venn led on the horse, supporting Thomasin upon his arm, and the two men followed, till they reached the inn.