Chapter 8

I was somewhat reassured, as the moments lapsed, by a shoal of silvery fish which passed me. They were as long as salmon, but much slimmer, and they swam in a long line two or three broad, straight toward the place of danger which I was avoiding. They, at least, had no cause for fear, unless they were too stupid to know, or sufficiently agile to avoid it. And then she was again beside me: "It is not very far round on the left, and there is clear water for a long way forward. There is a cold spring at the bottom …