Chapter thirteenMy old sailor knife slid out of its oiled sheath and I was running along the stones of the bank and taking a long flat dive slap bang into the water.
Well, yes, I am accounted a fine swimmer and can stay underwater for what seems an incredible length of time to onlookers. I went in and at once saw Mevancy rising to the surface flapping her arms and legs.
Beyond her in the brilliant water the lean lethal shape of the strank showed dappled gray and green and pink, twin fins stiff, jaws agape.
The second was a mere blue farther off.
I corkscrewed my legs, dived under the strank seeing his two black eyes like marbles fixed on the thrashing form of the girl. Up in a ferocious kick and the sailor knife went in and along slitting his belly. His scaly skin was tough; the blade
