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Dane
grinned
,
ran
down
to
the
innocently
curling
wavelets
and
dived
cleanly
into
shallow
water
like
the
expert
surfer
he
was
.
Amazing
,
how
deceptive
calm
water
could
be
.
The
current
was
vicious
,
he
could
feel
it
tugging
at
his
legs
to
draw
him
under
,
but
he
was
too
strong
a
swimmer
to
be
worried
by
it
.
Head
down
,
he
slid
smoothly
through
the
water
,
reveling
in
the
coolness
,
the
freedom
.
When
he
paused
and
scanned
the
beach
he
saw
the
two
German
women
pulling
on
their
caps
,
running
down
laughing
to
the
waves
.
Cupping
his
hands
around
his
mouth
,
he
called
to
them
in
German
to
stay
in
shallow
water
because
of
the
current
.
Laughing
,
they
waved
acknowledgment
.
He
put
his
head
down
then
,
swam
again
,
and
thought
he
heard
a
cry
.
But
he
swam
a
little
farther
,
then
stopped
to
tread
water
in
a
spot
where
the
undertow
was
n't
so
bad
.
There
were
cries
;
as
he
turned
he
saw
the
women
struggling
,
their
twisted
faces
screaming
,
one
with
her
hands
up
,
sinking
.
On
the
beach
the
two
Englishmen
had
risen
to
their
feet
and
were
reluctantly
approaching
the
water
.
He
flipped
over
onto
his
belly
and
flashed
through
the
water
,
closer
and
closer
.
Panicked
arms
reached
for
him
,
clung
to
him
,
dragged
him
under
;
he
managed
to
grip
one
woman
around
the
waist
long
enough
to
stun
her
with
a
swift
clip
on
the
chin
,
then
grabbed
the
other
by
the
strap
of
her
swimsuit
,
shoved
his
knee
hard
into
her
spine
and
winded
her
.
Coughing
,
for
he
had
swallowed
water
when
he
went
under
,
he
turned
on
his
back
and
began
towing
his
helpless
burdens
in
.
The
two
Pommies
were
standing
shoulder-deep
,
too
frightened
to
venture
any
farther
,
for
which
Dane
did
n't
blame
them
in
the
least
.
His
toes
just
touched
the
sand
;
he
sighed
in
relief
.
Exhausted
,
he
exerted
a
last
superhuman
effort
and
thrust
the
women
to
safety
.
Fast
regaining
their
senses
,
they
began
screaming
again
,
thrashing
about
wildly
.
Gasping
,
Dane
managed
a
grin
.
He
had
done
his
bit
;
the
Poms
could
take
over
now
.
While
he
rested
,
chest
heaving
,
the
current
had
sucked
him
out
again
,
his
feet
no
longer
brushed
the
bottom
even
when
he
stretched
them
downward
.
It
had
been
a
close
call
.
If
he
had
n't
been
present
they
would
certainly
have
drowned
;
the
Poms
had
n't
the
strength
or
skill
to
save
them
.
But
,
said
a
voice
,
they
only
wanted
to
swim
so
they
could
be
near
you
;
until
they
saw
you
they
had
n't
any
intention
of
going
in
.
It
was
your
fault
they
were
in
danger
,
your
fault
.
And
as
he
floated
easily
a
terrible
pain
blossomed
in
his
chest
,
surely
as
a
spear
would
feel
,
one
long
and
red-hot
shaft
of
screaming
agony
.
He
cried
out
,
threw
his
arms
up
above
his
head
,
stiffening
,
muscles
convulsed
;
but
the
pain
grew
worse
,
forced
his
arms
down
again
,
thrust
his
fists
into
his
armpits
,
brought
up
his
knees
.
My
heart
!
I
'm
having
a
heart
attack
,
I
'm
dying
!
My
heart
!
I
do
n't
want
to
die
!
Not
yet
,
not
before
I
've
begun
my
work
,
not
before
I
've
had
a
chance
to
prove
myself
!
Dear
Lord
,
help
me
!
I
do
n't
want
to
die
,
I
do
n't
want
to
die
!
The
spasmed
body
stilled
,
relaxed
;
Dane
turned
onto
his
back
,
let
his
arms
float
wide
and
limp
in
spite
of
the
pain
.
Wet-lashed
,
he
stared
up
at
the
soaring
vault
of
the
sky
.
This
is
it
;
this
is
Thy
spear
,
that
I
in
my
pride
begged
for
not
an
hour
ago
.
Give
me
the
chance
to
suffer
,
I
said
,
make
me
suffer
.
Now
when
it
comes
I
resist
,
not
capable
of
perfect
love
.
Dearest
Lord
,
Thy
pain
!
I
must
accept
it
,
I
must
not
fight
it
,
I
must
not
fight
Thy
will
.
Thy
hand
is
mighty
and
this
is
Thy
pain
,
as
Thou
must
have
felt
it
on
the
Cross
.
My
God
,
my
God
,
I
am
Thine
!
If
this
is
Thy
will
,
so
be
it
.
Like
a
child
I
put
myself
into
Thy
infinite
hand
.
Thou
art
too
good
to
me
.
What
have
I
done
to
deserve
so
much
from
Thee
,
and
from
the
people
who
love
me
better
than
they
love
anyone
else
?
Why
hast
Thou
given
me
so
much
,
when
I
am
not
worthy
?
The
pain
,
the
pain
!
Thou
art
so
good
to
me
.
Let
it
not
be
long
,
I
asked
,
and
it
has
not
been
long
.
My
suffering
will
be
short
,
quickly
over
.
Soon
I
shall
see
Thy
face
,
but
now
,
still
in
this
life
,
I
thank
Thee
.
The
pain
!
My
dearest
Lord
,
Thou
art
too
good
to
me
.
I
love
Thee
!
A
huge
tremor
passed
through
the
still
,
waiting
body
.
His
lips
moved
,
murmured
a
Name
,
tried
to
smile
.
Then
the
pupils
dilated
,
drove
all
the
blue
from
his
eyes
forever
.
Safe
on
the
beach
at
last
,
the
two
Englishmen
dumped
their
weeping
charges
on
the
sand
and
stood
looking
for
him
.
But
the
placid
deep
blue
sea
was
empty
,
vast
;
the
wavelets
ran
up
rushing
and
retreated
.
Dane
was
gone
.
