"There was no sound of pursuit. Ransom dropped down on his stomach and drank, cursing a world where cold water appeared to be unobtainable. Then he lay still to listen and to recover his breath." "His eyes were upon the blue water. It was agitated. Circles shuddered and bubbles heaved and a round, shining, black thing like a cannon-ball came into sight. Then he saw eyes and mouth - a puffing mouth bearded with bubbles. More of the thing came up out of the water. It was gleaming and black ... Ransom lay perfectly still, pressing his body as well down into the weed as he could, in obedience to a wholly theoretical idea that he might thus pass unobserved."--BOOK JACKET.Title Summary field provided by Blackwell North America, Inc. All Rights Reserved