turned toward the close-set shrubbery.
But Kat's voice followed him. "You can't go that way," she said decisively. "You'll spoil the garden."
Dick kept grimly on, brushing aside branches and pushing through the shrubbery; but she came to the end of the lanai and called after him again, with considerable asperity: "I say you can't go that way, Mr. Harris. There is barbed wire."
"Never mind," called Dick, "I'll keep on until I come to it;" and he continued to crowd through the dense growth. However, no barbed wire came into evidence, and in a moment he had passed through the screen of foliage and come out upon the narrow stretch of lawn reaching down to the white sand of the beach. Instantly his eyes sought the two forms which he had seen in the surf, finding it difficult for a moment to accustom his eyes to the glare upon the water; and when he did, all that he saw was one person, coming as rapidly as possible toward the shore.
He walked quickly across the lawn, shading his eyes with his hands and searching the water for the other bather, to no purpose; but the one was now coming into fairly shallow water and forging ahead, evidently under the stress of some excitement, and when she saw Dick she began waving her arms wildly and staggering, and Dick heard a faint, a very faint, cry of "Help!"
He rushed forward, just as Calista stumbled into
