Chapter 3

Dominic stuck his head in the window of the car to try to determine the problem. The man’s belt was stuck on one of the small hooks behind the front seat, the kind of hook people use to hang clothes on. Dominic tugged harder, but to no avail. He sensed he was running out of air again, and with the last of the oxygen still in his lungs, unbuckled the man’s belt and slipped it off. Now there was no problem pulling him out, and the two surfaced quickly.

“Have you got him?” Joyce called from on top of the embankment.

“Yeah,” shouted Dominic, after a swallow of sweet, though freezing cold, winter air.

“I’m going to hook your rope to my winch,” shouted an unfamiliar voice, “and we’ll pull you both up. Just hang on tight to him so he doesn’t slide back down this slippery slope.”