She had learned to ride a surfboard with her father like the natives in
Hawaii. A comparatively quiet sea like this held no terrors for Louise
Grayling.
She dived in a long curve like a jumping porpoise, and went down after
the sinking man. In thirty seconds she had him by the hair, and then
beat her way to the surface with her burden.
Lawford's face was dead white; his eyes open and staring. There was a
cut upon the side of his head from which blood and water dribbled upon
her shoulder as she held him high out of the sea.
There sounded the clash of oars in her ears. How Betty had lowered the
jib, thrown over the anchor, and manned the skiff so quickly would
always be a mystery to Louise. But the "able seaman" knew this coast
as well, at least, as Lawford Tapp. They were just over a shoal, and
there was safe anchorage for a small craft.
"Give him to me. Land sakes!" gasped Betty over her head. "I never
see no city gal like you, Miss Lou."
Nor had Louise ever seen a woman with so much muscular strength and the
knowledge of how to apply it as Betty displayed.
Pages:
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217
218
219