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What about sharks?

All the more reason to make shore and find cover.

The tide is running in our favor, so let's get moving before it turns.

The water felt comfortably warm and the waves remained low. An early morning quarter-moon slipped over the horizon two hours ahead of the sun. With the added light Pitt could easily keep Jessie in view. She coughed as if she had taken in some water but appeared to be treading without effort.

The tide is running in our favor, so let's get moving before it turns.

She had not offered a reason for forcing him to turn for Cuba, and Pitt had not asked. He didn't have to be clairvoyant to know she had a definite purpose in mind that went beyond mere insanity. This lady had very definite ideas and the stubbornness to back them up. He could have disarmed her by capsizing the Dasher during a fast turn on the down slope of a wave, and he was also reasonably certain she wouldn't have pulled the trigger if he had refused.

Still nothing.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

Pitt and Jessie evaded a prowling Cuban patrol boat and were within a thousand yards of the Cuban shoreline when the battery on the Dasher died. He pulled the drain plugs, and they swam away as the little sport craft slipped under the sea and sank to the bottom. His combat boots were a tight fit and allowed little water to seep inside, so he left them on, well aware they would be essential once he stepped on shore.

She had not offered a reason for forcing him to turn for Cuba, and Pitt had not asked. He didn't have to be clairvoyant to know she had a definite purpose in mind that went beyond mere insanity. This lady had very definite ideas and the stubbornness to back them up. He could have disarmed her by capsizing the Dasher during a fast turn on the down slope of a wave, and he was also reasonably certain she wouldn't have pulled the trigger if he had refused.

What about sharks?

All the more reason to make shore and find cover.

What about sharks?

What about sharks?

I didn't know Wyoming had a swimming pool.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

Good. She sputtered and spit for a moment and said,I took third in an all-state high school meet.

Good. She sputtered and spit for a moment and said,I took third in an all-state high school meet.

What state?

Still nothing.

Quintana and Kleist straightened and stared at each other in mute astonishment, unable to fully comprehend what they knew to be true. Kleist was the first to ask the inescapable question.

They must be lost, muttered Kleist.

Go to ten.

How's your backstroke? he asked.

They never breakfast before six o'clock, he said impatiently.Now come on, no more talk.

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