Chapter 87

Three quarters of the way across, my biceps were burning. Shortly thereafter, my back began to strain. Chest muscles cramped so badly I almost dropped into the river and swam the remainder of the way. Then my thighs started to lose strength. A sudden charley-horse almost brought a cry from me. Any minute, there’d be a shout of alarm from the ferryman. Still, I laboriously placed one nearly numb hand in front of the other and pulled myself along until I bumped my head into the piling rigged up to hold the tow ropes.

My calf muscles nearly refused, but I managed to lower myself to the ground without crying out. Then I had trouble keeping to my feet. It took a minute for my body to agree to obey my will. When I felt strong enough, I stole silently to the sleeping man’s side and snatched the rifle from his arms. He came awake with a start.