“ Anybody gone in for her?” came Gerald’s sharp voice.
“ Young Doctor Brindell, sir.”
“ Where?”
“ Can’t see no signs of them, sir. Everybody’s looking, but there’s nothing so far.”
There was a moment’s ominous pause.
“ Where did she go in?”
“ I think—about where that boat is,” came the uncertain answer, “that one with red and green lights.”
“ Row there,” said Gerald quietly to Gudrun.
“ Get her out, Gerald, oh get her out,” the child’s voice was crying anxiously. He took no heed.
“ Lean back that way,” said Gerald to Gudrun, as he stood up in the frail boat. “She won’t upset.”
In another moment, he had dropped clean down, soft and plumb, into the water. Gudrun was swaying violently in her boat, the agitated water shook with transient lights, she realised that it
