He could not have helped Park, and he could very easily have drowned himself.

Though it was not thought of himself but of Mona that stayed his hand.
They landed at the gate.

Sunfish scrambled with his feet for secure footing, found it and waded up to the front door.

The water was a foot deep on the porch.

Thurston beat an imperative tattoo upon the door with the butt of his quirt, and shouted.