“Don’t! don’t!” she gasped, “He will come back: I am sure of it!”
The man’s gaze never wavered from the bend above the water.
“If I had a boat I could save him,” he said, very coolly, “but I haven’t, and I must get him. That’s all there is about it!”
“You mean he must not escape?” said Marion, in agony.
“I lose my job if he does,” was the sullen answer. Then he raised the rifle, with one finger on the trigger.
“Once more, come back or I’ll fire!” he bawled, distinctly.
There was a little splash in the water as the swimmer turned around.
“You can fire and be d—d!” he shouted, hoarsely.
Marion covered her eyes, so that she could not see what happened.