In this new volume, some of the finest stories Miss Dell has ever written have been collected. They are not only arresting, but tell of thrilling and passionate episodes in the hill districts of India, in the burning heart of Africa, and in the Colonial bush country. Her vivid style, carefully developed plots, and her sympathetic treatment of emotional scenes--all are evident.
racing over the soft sand below the shingle at the top of his speed. Two arms were beating wildly out in the shining sparkle of water, as though they strove against the invisible bars of a cage, and a voice--the high, frightened voice of a child--was calling for help.
He flung off his coat as he ran, and dashed without an instant's pause straight into the green foaming waves. The water swirled around him as he struck out; he clove his way through it, all his energies concentrated upon the bobbing red cap and struggling arms ahead of him. Lifted on the crest of a rushing wave, he saw her, helpless as an infant in the turmoil. Her terrified eyes were turned his way, wildly beseeching him. He fought with the water to reach her.
He realized as he drew nearer that she was not wholly inexperienced. She was working against the current to keep herself up, but no longer striving to escape it. He saw with relief that she had not lost her head.
He had been prepared to approach her with caution, but she sent hi