Even
as she called and shouted she realised the utter uselessness of it. No
weak woman's voice could carry against that thunderous roar. In the same
instant, she caught sight of Brett's head and shoulders in the distance,
and she waved and beckoned to him frenziedly. With a choking gasp of
relief, she caught his answering gesture before he turned and headed
straight for the shore, shearing through the water with a powerful
over-hand stroke that brought him momentarily nearer.
Though actually not more than a few seconds, it seemed to Cara an eternity
before the huge wave which had engulfed Ann spent itself. Then, as it
receded she discerned her figure struggling in the backwash, and as the
girl at last dragged herself to her knees Cara rushed waist-deep into the
foaming, eddying flood in a plucky effort to reach her. But, before she
could get near enough, the suction of the retreating wave had swept Ann out
of her reach and the next incoming breaker thundered over her again. Cara
herself barely escaped its savage onslaught, and as she staggered into
safety she turned a desperate, agonised face seaward. Brett was still some
yards away, and Ann would die--die with succour almost at hand! Her own
helplessness drove her nearly frantic.
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