CHAPTER XXIII

In Dire Plight It may have been minutes or hours afterward when Ted Scott again came to himself. He woke to consciousness to find his body, below the shoulders, swirling in the water. He tried instinctively to press his legs down in an effort to find footing. But they encountered nothing solid and he was forced to desist. His head ached. His hair was plastered down over his eyes. He tried to raise his hand to brush the hair back, and found that his arms and shoulders were tightly wedged between two rocks. He tried …