CHAPTER 13Wait Webber’s Story
THE first drops of rain began to spatter down, and Steve shrugged resignedly. “We’re in for it now. I know our disappearing friend hasn’t done anything to rate it, but I hate to leave till we’re sure he made shore.”
For answer, Linda turned up the collar of her pea jacket and settled in the bottom of the skiff. “Go right ahead,” she said calmly. “But if you spot him, just let me know. I’m saving up a couple of questions I’d like to ask.”
They had no flashlight, but for twenty minutes they prowled the waters off Potts Point as conscientiously and as thoroughly as they could, even cutting off the motor once in a while to listen for a swimmer’s splash or a cry for help. They they gave up and turned back toward Purchas Landing, completely drenched and completel
