apart in the spiritual retirement of higher nature and greater courage, was a slim, blue-garbed form. She was standing straight and proudly, her skirts, gathered in her left hand in a familiar movement, drawn close about her, away from that defiling moral puddle of humanity.
"Girlie!" he shouted, his whole being going out to her.
"Lad!" came back the answer, clear and true. She moved forward a step, her arms stretched gropingly before her.
"Jump! Jump! Jump!" he commanded. "Jump!"
She took another step and with unhesitating confidence leaped out into the void.
She disappeared beneath the water; he sent the banca ahead with two long strokes, and then she rose to the surface alongside. He leaned over and, passing both arms below hers, he let her float back to the stern of the boat. But before raising her he suddenly let go with his right arm, seized the paddle, and hit at the water a blow that struck some slimy, slippery body. Then with a great effort he raised her into the boat and laid her down gently. For a moment he did not look at her, but gazed behind, shuddering, at a sharp fin cutting the water behind in a circle.
When he turned to her she was standing, and the
