Diz saw his siblings waiting on the shore as he stepped out of Harry’s boat and trudged through knee-high water to the shore. Cold water, Diz realized now, with a shiver, he hadn’t noticed that earlier, in the “heat of the moment,” you might say. His brother Roman was already there. He flung a friendly arm over Diz’s shoulder, something he had never done before. Diz guessed mostly big brothers were like that, keeping their distance and not letting you into the lordly high place where they “lived.” But now, he seemed to think he had done something remarkable, jumping into the lake and swimming to the rescue of the girl whose name Diz still did not know. He had suddenly become a hero, even though he had not been the one to rescue her. Harry Jordan had done that. Jordan had pretty much rescued Diz as well because by that time Diz had been running out of breath and might simply have had to strike out for the island instead of the girl. Roman was tall and muscular and good-looking, like his dad.
