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For
a
quarter
of
an
hour
this
supreme
struggle
with
the
most
terrible
of
elements
lasted
.
The
fugitives
could
not
tell
how
far
they
had
gone
,
but
,
judging
by
the
speed
,
the
distance
must
have
been
considerable
.
The
poor
horses
,
however
,
were
breast-high
in
water
now
,
and
could
only
advance
with
extreme
difficulty
.
Glenarvan
and
Paganel
,
and
,
indeed
,
the
whole
party
,
gave
themselves
up
for
lost
,
as
the
horses
were
fast
getting
out
of
their
depth
,
and
six
feet
of
water
would
be
enough
to
drown
them
.
It
would
be
impossible
to
tell
the
anguish
of
mind
these
eight
men
endured
;
they
felt
their
own
impotence
in
the
presence
of
these
cataclysms
of
nature
so
far
beyond
all
human
power
.
Their
salvation
did
not
lie
in
their
own
hands
.
Five
minutes
afterward
,
and
the
horses
were
swimming
;
the
current
alone
carried
them
along
with
tremendous
force
,
and
with
a
swiftness
equal
to
their
fastest
gallop
;
they
must
have
gone
fully
twenty
miles
an
hour
.
All
hope
of
delivery
seemed
impossible
,
when
the
Major
suddenly
called
out
:
"
A
tree
!
"
"
A
tree
?
"
exclaimed
Glenarvan
.
"
Yes
,
there
,
there
!
"
replied
Thalcave
,
pointing
with
his
finger
to
a
species
of
gigantic
walnut-tree
,
which
raised
its
solitary
head
above
the
waters
.
His
companions
needed
no
urging
forward
now
;
this
tree
,
so
opportunely
discovered
,
they
must
reach
at
all
hazards
.
The
horses
very
likely
might
not
be
able
to
get
to
it
,
but
,
at
all
events
,
the
men
would
,
the
current
bearing
them
right
down
to
it
.
Just
at
that
moment
Tom
Austin
's
horse
gave
a
smothered
neigh
and
disappeared
.
His
master
,
freeing
his
feet
from
the
stirrups
,
began
to
swim
vigorously
.
