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TRIGGER GASPED. HER EYES flew open. She made a convulsive effort to vanish beneath the surface of the creek. Being flat on the sand as it was, that didn’t work. So she stopped splashing about and made rapid covering-up motions here and there instead.

“You’ve got a nerve!” she snapped as her breath came back. “Beat it! Fast!”

Ole bashful Quillan, standing on the bank fifteen feet above her