It is all I can do to take care of
myself. Now, please, help me by helping yourself and we shall be on
dry land in a few moments."
Grace made several awkward attempts to swim, then gave it up.
"I can't do it, Harriet. What ith the uthe of trying to thwim any
more?"
"Don't you understand? We were on a sand bar. It was that that saved
our lives after we were overcome. We should have drowned had it not
been for the bar."
"Yeth, but we are in deep water again," wailed Tommy.
"Think, think! Don't be so stupid. We must be near the shore. I don't
believe there would be a shallow place like that one far out from
land."
"Do you think tho?" Tommy's voice was weaker than before.
"I am sure of it. Swim. That's a good girl."
"I--I can't."
"Then I will swim for you."
Once more Harriet Burrell placed a hand under Grace and began swimming
with her. The surf was behind them and was rapidly carrying them with
it toward either the shore or the sea, Harriet neither knew nor
thought which. Had she not been still half dazed she might have
smelled the vegetation on shore, not so very far from them, but of
this she took no heed. She swam, summoning all her strength to the
task, knowing that she would not be able to keep up much longer.
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