Minutes passed while the rising moon cast golden ripples upon 

 the water and two heavers, rising from below, swam toward and 

 mounted the roof of tfieir island home. A twig snapping behind the 

 liunter, he turned his head, and as he cauglit tfie vanishing glimpse 

 of a lynx in a tree, he was instantly startled by a tremendous report 

 and a splashing upheaval . . . See Chapter II 



