The sun burns down on them when Boeta stops and looks back at the black girl. She looks weak and he wonders whether she can go much further. It was a tiring day. It is a wonder they have reached this place. The pool he has experienced as a placid pool of water, today was a dangerous, churning stream. He worried that they wouldn’t be able to cross the pool alive. They had no choice for they were entrapped by a large group of maniacs who followed them. They had simply no choice as to jump into the water and helplessly deliver themselves to the raging stream.