A sickening moment of suspense in which Dave threw himself upon the dock alongside of the slip and tried in vain to grasp his sliding sister. Then Clem disappeared over the edge of the slip.
A gasp from the onlookers. A splash as the girl struck the water head first eight feet below.
Clem was slightly stunned by her fall upon the slippery slant. She was not sure what had happened until the water closed about her, then automatically she curved her body for a shallow dive. She felt her hip grazed by some rough object. She had turned just in time to prevent a head-on collision with one of the dock supports. Upward she swam, lungs protesting, heart pounding; with eyes open she was keenly aware of darting fish, a rope trailing downward to the postmaster’s crab trap, and the swaying shadow of
