Feeling ashamed of himself for his lack of speed and wind, d**k swam as rapidly as he could to the spot where his friend and Borokowsky had disappeared. Their heads appeared simultaneously; then Walt swung an arm up and waved d**k toward the shore. As d**k swam toward the end of the launching ramp, a dozen men came running from all directions. The fastest by far was the tall, long-legged man whom he had summoned to the lobby.
Dick climbed out of the water, turned, and waited for the others to swim in. Borokowsky swam slowly and evenly, paced by Jim Yewell on one side and Walt Kowolchek on the other. In a few moments all three reached the shore line and climbed out of the water.
“I’ll take over,” Hazard snapped. “Come to my office, all of you.”
His teeth chattering and his heart pounding
