Stuart shook him violently and shouted above the shriek of the wind.
"Do you know when that will be, you fool?"
"No, and I don't care. I'm not going to plunge into that icy water now."
"The tide won't be out again before four o'clock to-morrow morning."
"All right we'll walk around here until four."
"You'll freeze to death, I tell you! Your hands and feet are half frozen now."
"I'm not half as cold as I was," Bivens whined, fretfully.
"You're losing the power to feel. You've got to plunge into that water with me now and we can fight our way to safety in five minutes. The water is only three feet deep, and I can lift you over the big waves. We'll be there in a jiffy. Come on!"
He seized his arm again and dragged him to the edge of the water. Bivens stopped short, tore himself from Stuart's grip and kicked his shins like a vicious, enraged schoolboy.
"I'll see you to the bottomless pit before I'll move another inch!" he yelled savagely. "Go to the devil and let me alone. I'll take care of myself, if you'll attend to your own business."