Chapter 18“The others?” I nestled in Mr. Chetwood’s arms, almost afraid to ask.
“All safe.”
“Thank God.” I sagged against him, feeling as if Decima had stepped down off my shoulders. “Where are they?”
“The skipper said something about wanting to make sure the August Moon was secure.”
“You should be helping him.” I tightened my hold on him.
“I guess.” He didn’t seem inclined to move out of my arms.
“But…you’re here.”
“It’s where you are, isn’t it?” He rubbed his cheek against my hair. “Johnny, your shirt feels wet.”
“So does yours. I thought you were all dead ducks. How did you get on the August Moon? How did you get the rifle? Tell me what happened. I want to hear the whole story.” I was giddy with relief.
“In a second. My shirt is wet and cold. Why is your shirt wet and hot?” He
