“Gone!” he groaned, his lips turning a blue-white. “My Heaven, they are both drowned!”
Hodge was at hand, swimming about and looking around. Now his face was ashen white. He tried to speak, but his voice died away in a husky whisper.
The agony of soul that Frank experienced at that moment was such as he had never before known. It seemed as if he turned to be a very old man in a fraction of time.
“Poor Inza!” he gasped.
A cry came from Hodge!
“Look there!”
Something floated on the surface of the water for a moment, and then it disappeared.
Frank dived.
Down beneath the surface he went, where the water was green and shot through with streaks of sunshine. He kept his eyes open and looked about him.
Just ahead of him something was slowly sinking toward the bottom, making faint struggling movements.