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ahead.
    The rain was also hindering Roger, who had a life preserver in his hand and was trying to spot Wendy so he could throw it to her. Clutching the side of the boat, he found himself actually thrust into the water as they lurched over so far they were close to capsizing.
    â€œHold her steady, Rachel!”
    â€œI’m trying!”
    But the boat tipped still farther onto its side, teetering as if it was about to go over.
    â€œCome on, sweetheart,” whispered Rachel through her teeth. “Stay with me. Stay with me!”
    She felt her bones shake as the boat finally slammed back into position. Almost immediately another wave caught them and tipped them sideways again.
    Suddenly a sound that had been almost lost in the roar of the storm disappeared altogether.
    â€œThat’s it!” cried Roger. “The engine’s gone! Now we’re done for!”
    â€œDamn!” cried Rachel, shaking the wheel in rage.
    When the next wave struck, the twins had just enough time to take a deep breath before The Merry Wanderer went over and they were plunged into the raging water.
    Not twenty feet from Roger and Rachel, but invisible because of the storm, Wendy continued to fight her way toward the boys. The effort of trying to keep her head above the water was exhausting her, and the wild sweep of the waves, the rushing heights and the plunging depths, was making her dizzy.
    It’s as if the whole world is made of water , she thought desperately.
    To her horror, she spotted the shark just a few feet away. The nearness of that engine of death chilled her as no danger they had yet faced. Against her will, her mind formed an image of its great slashing mouth closing on her, severing and swallowing an arm or leg.
    Cold fear ripped through her as the shark swam past, so close that its smooth skin brushed against her leg.
    Despite her terror, her brain began to insist that something was wrong. Why is that monster still on the surface? it asked. And then: Isn’t shark skin supposed to be rough?
    Thirty feet away, and twenty feet under the waves, Ray Gammand finally ran out of air—which was what saved him from drowning.
    Previously his mind had ordered his body not to let go of the transmitter. But when his lungs began screaming for him to take a breath, powerful reflexes built in by millions of years of evolution decided to disobey that order. Releasing his death lock on the transmitter he began clawing at his face. Air! He had to get air!
    He’s alive! thought Hap jubilantly as Ray began to writhe in his arms.
    The moment of relief quickly turned to new panic. Even though he was unconscious, Ray had the adrenaline-fueled strength of someone facing death. If he managed to squirm free, if he broke Hap’s grip on his mouth and nose, the same reflexes that had forced him to let go of the ball would order him to breathe.
    And if he did that, he would fill his lungs with salty water and drown.
    Launching himself away from the glowing transmitter, Hap began a desperate race to get Ray to the surface. As he did, another worry rose to plague him: Trip, unaware of what was happening above him, was continuing to work at the chain that held the fatal transmitter. If it blew, it was bound to take him with it.
    Look up, Trip! thought Hap as he battled to keep Ray from trying to breathe before they could break the surface. Look up!
    But he had no way to get the thought into Trip’s brain.
    The shark had made a great circle and was bearing down on Wendy again.
    What a way to die , she thought bitterly. Dinner for some overgrown fish with an IQ of eight!
    But the Wonderchild was not the shark’s target. Shooting past her as if she didn’t exist, the monster plunged beneath the surface, heading straight for Trip.
    Before Wendy could begin to worry about her friend, the shark’s broad tail caught her on the back of the head, knocking her unconscious.
    Got it! thought Trip triumphantly as the chain