“Over here, Harry. Can you keep afloat? Where’s Kendall?”
This time Kendall managed to answer.
“I’m here. I’m all right. Did she hit us?”
“I don’t know. Find Kendall, Harry. He’s got a cushion that will keep you up, too. Call again, Kendall.”
Then from a distance away, muffled by the fog, came a hail:
“Launch ahoy! Are you all right?”
“We’re in the water,” called Gerald. “Can’t see our launch.”
“What?” asked the voice, evidently through a megaphone.
Gerald repeated.