“Yes—and there’s a man’s shout—hear him?”
“I’m sure it’s help!” exclaimed Garry.
“But who can they be after?”
“They’re coming closer!”
A movement of the grass caught Don’s attention.
“There’s—” he began.
“No! Listen!” Garry put a hand on his arm, stopping his sentence.
Somewhere not far off, but to the right, inland, the grass clusters seemed to be agitated for a moment.
Don swung the boat, backing to get room, to be ready for the new position of their hidden adversary.
The light swung and focused.