“He’ll be here any second,” Ken repeated. “The pump sounds steady as a watch now.”
With a rush the wind came back again, throwing a ton of water against the side wall.
“He won’t stay out in this if he doesn’t have to,” Ken said.
Sandy’s feet suddenly crashed to the floor.
“Sandy!” Ken’s voice snapped like a whip. “Get them up! He might—”
They both heard Cal’s heavy body lunge against the wall near the door, thrust off balance by the wind.
“He’s coming! Sandy!”
Sandy’s feet came up from the floor slowly, inch by inch, and his knees bent back toward his chest.
And then the door started to open, and a heavy rubber boot stepped over the threshold.
Ken’s view of Sandy was immediately cut off. He had no idea whether Sandy would be able to get into position in time or not—or whether he had the strength left to get into position again at all.