The director's whistle blew, the waves were stilled, the tumult ceased.

The head of Beulah Baxter appeared halfway down the tank.

She was swimming toward the end where Merton stood.
He had been thrilled beyond words at this actual sight of his heroine in action, but now it seemed that a new emotion might overcome him.

He felt faint.

Beulah Baxter would issue from the pool there at his feet.