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 on the surface to keep below Pete, who was blowing steadily along, I managed to be close when he came down to his ducking. I had my float almost in his grasp as he came up, choking, with his huge white umbrella collapsed beside him.

"Dave!" he hailed me. "Did you see her?"

"Her? Who?"

My engine was shut off; Pete had a hand on the float and was pulling himself up, hindered by the harness on his back.

"That girl."

"What girl?"

"Who did it. She did it!"

"Did what?"

"Smashed me. What d'you suppose? D'you think I jumped for the fun of it?"

"You struck somebody."

"She struck me."

"How?"

"Rode for me; rode into me."

"Where?"

"Didn't you see anything?"

"Not till I found you coming down. I lost you a while. You got into the sun."