Ah, perhaps what he had seen
had been the last time. Then he must dive, dive, dive until he found
her, even though he lose his own life in the attempt.
But no--there right before him so near that he could almost touch it, a
figure rose to the surface, struggling faintly.
With one supreme effort Allen forged ahead and grasped the skirt of the
girl's bathing suit as she sank for the last time beneath the surface.
"Thank God!" he murmured, as he raised the girl's head, with its mass of
tangled hair, above the water. "Oh, thank God!"
As he turned and started to swim slowly back to shore with his burden,
he almost ran into the other three boys who had followed close upon his
heels.
"Oh, you've got her, have you?" said Frank, unutterable gladness in his
voice. "I was sure you would be too late."
"It may be yet," said Roy, "if we don't get her to shore pretty quick.
Here, let me take her, old man--you're all tuckered out."
Allen willingly released his burden, and they swam as quickly as they
could to the shore.
They found the girls waiting for them, with white, strained faces.
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