“Wait right here!” Jerry directed. “I’ll be back for you in a few minutes!”
Boldly the reporter pushed off alone in the boat, drifting down channel. Before he had gone many yards, Ezekiel challenged him.
“Ye come another foot, and I’m lettin’ ye have it!”
Jerry shouted an insult. But as Ezekiel’s gun spat, he upset the boat, disappearing beneath it.
“Oh, Dad!” Penny murmured anxiously, watching the craft float slowly downstream past the point. “Was Jerry really hit?”
“I don’t think so.”
“What if Ezekiel fires again?”
“He can’t harm Jerry now unless he’s forced to come up for air.”
Anxiously the trio watched the overturned boat. Unless Jerry had found the pocket of air, they knew not even an expert swimmer could remain so long underwater.
Finally the boat was beyond their range of vision, blotted out by darkness.