"I really don't think you should," said Cara persuasively.
"You're not bathing to-day, are you, Mrs. Hilyard?" put in Robin quickly,
a look of swift anxiety on his face.
She shook her head, smiling.
"No. I'm afraid I'm too big a coward."
"I should rather put it that you've got too much sense," returned Robin.
"It really isn't safe for any but a very strong swimmer to-day."
"Safe!" exclaimed Brett, angrily, snatching at the last word and flinging
it, as it were, in Ann's face. "Of course it isn't safe!"
"Then what's the meaning of that?" asked Ann pertinently, pointing to the
bathing suit he carried on his arm.
"Oh, I'm going in. It would take more than this bit of sea to drown
me"--carelessly.
He was making no idle boast. As Ann well know, he was almost as much at
home in the water as he was on land. And presently, when it had been
decided that only the three men should risk the roughness of the breakers,
she stood watching him with quiet, unstinted admiration as, timing his
plunge to a nicety, he met a large billow as it rose, dived sheer through
its green depths, and emerged into the comparatively smooth water on the
further side before its white, curving crest could thunder down on to the
shore.
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