"He's--a good swimmer!" he gasped, and laughed again. Tom turned, for an
instant, wondering eyes upon him. He may have, in that moment, estimated
his own chance, his duty to Jerry-Jo, and his determination to be with
his brother. The perplexed gaze lasted but the briefest space of time and
then with:
"All right! here goes!" he was making for Sandy with a strength born of
despair and madness.
"Come back!" shrieked Jerry-Jo with the frenzy of one deserted and too
cowardly or helpless to follow: "Come back!"
But neither swimmer heard nor heeded. For a moment more the black and the
red heads bobbed about, the faces turned toward each other grimly. Even
in that waste and at the bitter last the sense of companionship held
their thought. Jerry-Jo, rigid and every sense at last alert in an effort
for self-preservation, saw Sandy smile. It was a wonderful smile: it was
like a flash of sunlight on that black sea; then Sandy's lips moved, but
no one was ever to know what he said, and then--Jerry-Jo was alone in the
coming night and the rolling waves!
"They should," said Mary McAdam, "be home by seven at the latest.
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