“But—it can’t be the pilot, Curt.”
“Why not?”
“He has been swimming toward the ’plane, from out in the lake.”
“I know, Bob, but he may have seen us.”
“But he’d have part of the parachute harness on,” Bob objected.
“Probably he slashed it off. Maybe he saw it was too late to get out, that the ’chute was too low, and he slashed himself free and started to swim across the water——”
“No. He’d have come to this closer shore, and landed on the wharf.”
They watched the man, treading water as he saw them coming.
Across the water a call floated clearly to them.
“Did you hear—a call—for help?”