she pulled them deeper, under the gate. Arthur saw light play-
 
 ing above them and tried to steer her up, but she swam harder,
 
 still going deeper, turning them and pulling herself along the
 
 mussel-covered rock foundation of the building.
 
 When Arthur thought his lungs would burst, Minnie abruptly
 
 changed course, pushing straight up and gasping for breath along
 
 with him. She immediately guided his hands to the foundation of
 
 the building.
 
 He clung to it, filled with fear and relief and also a deep shame.
 
 He hadn’t protected Cora and Minnie at all. He’d nearly gotten
 
 them killed. And Minnie had been the one to save his life.
 
 “Everyone okay?” Minnie said, breathing hard.
 
 “Yes,” Cora answered. She was next to Thomas and Charles.
 
 Charles was shivering violently in the cold water, his lips blue. The
 
 sun was nearly down, and the waves slammed them mercilessly
 
 against the foundation.
 
 Arthur looked up to see the flames eating through the wood
 
 on this side of the building.
 
 Minnie followed his gaze. “It doesn’t matter if he’s waiting or
 
 not — we have to get away from this building. I’ll swim ahead and
 
 check.”
 
 “Wait, you can’t —” Arthur started, but she had already dis-
 
 appeared under the water. Every second was agony until she
 
 popped back up again, on the far side of the boathouse.
 
 “Come on! I don’t see him anywhere. You can go along the
 
 side of the building, and then it’s only a few feet to the pier.”
 
 Thomas guided Charles, helping him along, followed by Cora.
 
 Minnie swam back to Arthur, clinging to the side next to him and
 
 going slowly. Arthur noticed dark, wet smears where her hands
 
 had touched.