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    Then somewhere through the howling wind; he could hear Jessie calling faintly。 He dug out his legs and forced himself to his knees; staggering under the gale; retching out the saltwater that had been forced into his nose; mouth; and down his throat。
    Half crawling; half stumbling across the stinging sand; he found Jessie sitting dazed; her hair limp and stringy on her shoulders; Gunn's head resting in her lap。 She looked up at him through lost eyes that suddenly widened in vast relief。
    〃Oh; thank God;〃 she murmured; her words drowned out by the storm。
    Pitt put his arms around her shoulders and gave her a reassuring hug。 Then he turned his attention to Gunn。
    He was semiconscious。 The broken ankle had swelled like a soccer ball。 There was an ugly gash above the hairline; and his body was cut in a dozen places from the coral; but he was alive and his breathing was deep and steady。
    Pitt shielded his eyes and scanned the beach。 Giordino was nowhere in sight。 At first Pitt refused to believe it。 The seconds passed and he stood rooted; his body leaning into the offshore gale; eyes peering desperately through the torrential dark。 He caught a glimpse of orange in the swirl of a dying breaker; and immediately recognized it as the shredded carcass of the inflatable boat。 It was caught in the grip of the backwash; drifting out and then swept in again by the next wave。
    Pitt lurched into the water up to his hips; oblivious to the spent breakers that rolled around him。 He dove under the tattered boat and extended his hands; feeling around like a blind man。 His groping fingers found only torn fabric。 Moved by some deep urgency to make absolutely sure; he pulled the boat toward the beach。
    A large wave caught him unawares and smashed into his back。 Somehow he managed to keep his feet under him and drag the boat into shallow water。 As the blanket of foam dissolved and was blown away; he saw a pair of legs protruding from under the collapsed boat。 Shock; disbelief; and a fanatical refusal to accept Giordino's death flooded through his mind。 Frantically; oblivious to the battering of the hurricane; he tore away the sliced remains of the inflatable; revealing Giordino's body floating upright; his head buried inside a buoyancy chamber。 Hope came first to Pitt; then optimism that struck him like a punch in the stomach。
    Giordino might still be alive。
    Pitt stripped away the interior liner and bent over Giordino's face; afraid deep down it would be a lifeless blue。 But there was color; and there was breath ragged and shallow; but there was breath。 The brawny little Italian had incredibly survived on air that was trapped inside the buoyancy chamber。
    Pitt felt suddenly drained to his bones。 Physically and emotionally he was spent。 He swayed wearily; the wind trying to beat him flat。 Only a firm resolve to save everyone drove him on。 Slowly; stiffly from a myriad of cuts and bruises; he slid his arms under Giordino and picked him up。 The dead weight of Giordino's solid hundred and seventy…five pounds felt like a ton。
    Gunn had e around and was huddled with Jessie。 He looked up questioningly at Pitt; who was struggling across the windswept beach under Giordino's inert body。
    〃We've got to find shelter from the wind;〃 Pitt yelled; his voice rasped by the intake of saltwater。 〃Can you walk?〃
    〃I'll help him;〃 Jessie yelled in reply。 She circled both arms around Gunn's waist; braced her feet in the sand; and shoved him upright。
    Panting under his load; Pitt made for a line of palm trees bordering the beach。 Every twenty feet he glanced back。 Jessie had somehow retained her dive mask; so she was the only one who could keep her eyes open and see straight ahead。 She was supporting nearly half of Gunn's weight while he gamely hobbled beside her; eyes shut against the stinging sand; dragging his badly swollen foot。
    They made it into the trees but received no mercy from the hurricane。 The gale bent the tops of the palms almost to the ground; their fronds splitting like paper in a shredding machine。 Coconuts were ripped from their clusters; striking the ground with the velocity of cannonballs and just as deadly。 One grazed Pitt's shoulder; its husk tearing his exposed skin。 It was as though they were running through the no…man's…land of a battlefield。
    Pitt kept his head bent down and squinted sideways; watching the ground directly in front of him。 Before he knew it he had walked into a chain link fence。 Jessie and Gunn drew up beside him and stopped。 He stared to the right and then the left; but found no sign of a break。 Trying to climb it was out of the question。 The fence was at least ten feet high with a thick angle of barbed wire at the top。 Pitt also spotted a small porcelain insulator and realized the chain links were wired for electricity。
    〃Which way?〃 Jessie cried。
    〃You lead;〃 Pitt shouted in her ear。 〃I can hardly see。〃
    She nodded to the left and set off with Gunn limping along at her side。 They staggered onward; beaten every step by the unrelenting force of the wind。
    Ten minutes later they had covered only fifty yards。 Pitt couldn't push on much longer。 His arms were going numb and he was losing his grip on Giordino。 He closed his eyes and blindly began to count the steps; staying in a straight line by brushing his right shoulder against the fence; certain the hurricane must have cut off the power source。
    He heard Jessie shouting something; and he opened one eye in a narrow slit。 She was pointing vigorously ahead。 Pitt sank to his knees; gently lowered Giordino to the ground; and looked past Jessie。 A palm tree had been uprooted by the insane wind and hurled through tire air like some monstrous javelin; landing on the fence and crushing it against the sand。
    With appalling abruptness; night closed in and the sky went pitch black。 Blindly; they stepped over the flattened fence like sightless drones; reeling and falling; driven on by instinct and some inner discipline that wouldn't allow them to lie down and give up。 Jessie gamely kept the lead。 Pitt had slung Giordino over a shoulder and held on to the waistband of Gunn's swim trunks; not so much for support as to prevent them from being separated。
    A hundred yards; then another hundred yards; and suddenly Gunn and Jessie seemed to drop into the ground as if they were swallowed up。 Pitt released his grip on Gunn and fell backward; grunting as Giordino's full weight fell across his chest; forcing the air from his lungs。 He scrambled from under Giordino and stretched his hand gropingly forward into the dark until he felt nothing there。
    Jessie and Gunn had fallen down a steep; eight…foot slope into a sunken road。 He could just make out their vague outlines huddled in a heap below。
    〃Are you injured?〃 he called。
    〃We already hurt so much we can't tell。〃 Gunn's voice was muffled by the gale; but not so muffled Pitt couldn't tell it came through clenched teeth。
    〃Jessie?〃
    〃I'm all right。 。 。 I think。〃
    〃Can you give me a hand with Giordino?〃
    〃I'll try。〃
    〃Send him down;〃 said Gunn。 〃We can manage it。〃
    Pitt eased Giordino's limp figure over the edge of the slope and lowered him gently by the arms。 The others held him by the legs until Pitt could scramble down beside them and take up the heavy bulk。 Once Giordino was stretched fortably on the ground; Pitt looked around and took stock。
    The sunken road provided a shelter from the gale…force wind。 The blowing sand had dropped off and Pitt could finally open his eyes。 The road's surface was made up of crushed seashells and appeared hard packed and little used。 No sign of light was visible in either direction; which wasn't too surprising when Pitt considered that any local inhabitants would have evacuated the shoreline before the full energy of the hurricane struck。
    Both Jessie and Gunn were very nearly played out; their breath ing in short; tortured rasps。 Pitt was aware his own breathing was fast and labored; and his heart pounding like a steam engine under full load。 Exhausted and battered as they were; Pitt reflected; it still felt like paradise to lie behind a barrier that reduced by half the main drive of the gale

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