I shall be last. I'll fish here alone. You will lie there and Jack. And I shall laugh and run on the beach and scream like a parrot. I'll never see a woman. I'll never--never--never--" "Henry!" "Oh--right. I'm sorry." His resignation was worse than his anger. And in his heart McCobb admitted that all he said was true, all he felt was justified. Chapter Nine: THE MIRACLE MCCOBB watched through the glasses. He knew what was going to happen--it had happened before. Henry, stark naked, poised on the gunwale of the boat and dove. His body flashed in the sun and McCobb could see the long knife in his hand. Jack came out on the porch. He followed the direction of McCobb's glasses. "What's he doing?" "Watch." The ripples which Henry's dive had started ran toward the shore. There was a very brief interval of calm. Then the whole surface of the bay in the neighborhood of the boat was broken by a mighty threshing. In the foamy melée Henry came to the surface and swam quickly to the boat.
