I looked at him. His face was pale, and the
wound on his side looked horrible.
“I’ll go with you,” Mr. Woodard said,
beginning to unbutton his shirt.
“Do you think it’s a good idea?” I asked.
“Won’t he come in now that the others are distracted?”
“He’s out of it, I guess,” Derek said. “We
can swim on the opposite side of the others and grab him. They’re
distracted, but if we don’t hurry, others will come.”
“I’ll go,” I said. “I planned to get him
anyway.”
“You’re too cut up. I only have one wound,”
Derek said. “Anyway, we know how to handle him like this.”
“Then I’ll finish these guys off,” I
said.
Derek and Mr. Woodard nodded at me. Mr.
Woodard was now completely naked, and looked great for a man who
had probably seen sixty. He was in much better shape than I had
originally guessed. I hate to admit that in the midst of all this
chaos, I was a little jealous of him being so close to Derek and
soon Wyn, but I knew that Mr. Woodard loved them in a very