Both Cindy and Medi screamed at me as I leaped up onto the gunwale.
“Jis! No — Majister — No! No!”
Yavnin bellowed out: “Jis — the water — you’ll—”
I heard no more as I took off in a racing dive. That damned treacherous water came up and hit me and splashed away and I started a powerful crawl, cutting along as though in the final of a swimming gala. Everything depended on speed. My new friends might all die if I didn’t do this exactly right.
The other pleasure boat was pulling away ahead. The folk aboard appeared totally oblivious to what was tragically happening to our craft. I powered my arms and feet, fairly cutting through the damned, condemned, disgusting water. The thought struck me as I lunged on that Drak and Manrig Roben must find a solution to the canal water po……
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