The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
s<strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> Palm Beach with a fury not yet entirely<br />
spent. <strong>The</strong> girl sat on <strong>the</strong> rocks, her legs dangling<br />
in <strong>the</strong> swimming pool.<br />
Her fa<strong>the</strong>r <strong>and</strong> mo<strong>the</strong>r sat in <strong>the</strong>ir car, on <strong>the</strong><br />
road, at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> splendid firm s<strong>and</strong>, as near<br />
<strong>the</strong> pool as <strong>the</strong> car could aspire. <strong>The</strong>y were preparing<br />
lunch against <strong>the</strong> time <strong>the</strong>ir one-<strong>and</strong>-only<br />
chose to leave <strong>the</strong> enticing water.<br />
<strong>The</strong> tide was nearly full, <strong>and</strong> Bruce noticed a<br />
treacherous channel forming near <strong>the</strong> water's-edge.<br />
He was taking his swim from <strong>the</strong> beach, <strong>and</strong> though<br />
conversant with <strong>the</strong> difficult, but not impossible,<br />
negotiation <strong>of</strong> currents, kept carefully clear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
channel. It ran parallel to <strong>the</strong> shore for a short<br />
distance, <strong>the</strong>n curled south <strong>and</strong> east, heading<br />
straight out to sea. Its direction took <strong>the</strong> smooth,<br />
innocent, light-hued line <strong>of</strong> death past <strong>the</strong> swimming<br />
pool.<br />
Something about Edith Burne caught <strong>the</strong><br />
attention <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> boy, if boy this enormous young<br />
fellow may be called. It wasn't prettiness; <strong>the</strong> girl<br />
was too pale to be noticeably attractive, but her<br />
sweet, coquettish, smiling eyes, well-shaped features,<br />
good figure, <strong>and</strong> clear skin made Edith what<br />
<strong>the</strong> world calls a good-looking girl; so very <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
better than being pretty. <strong>The</strong> girl also carried with<br />
her an awareness <strong>of</strong> her sex, which at nineteen, as<br />
at any age, is not without allure.<br />
Swimming lazily near <strong>the</strong> shore, Bruce was looking<br />
at her. It was not lost upon Edith. She perched<br />
herself upon a rock, waited an unconscionable<br />
time, <strong>the</strong>n took a ra<strong>the</strong>r particularly well-schooled<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 59<br />
header into <strong>the</strong> pool. <strong>The</strong> girl swam to <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side,<br />
<strong>the</strong> side where <strong>the</strong> rollers were curling over <strong>the</strong> top,<br />
<strong>the</strong> tide by this time being nearly in. <strong>The</strong>n following<br />
supposed precedent, a seventh wave, nearly<br />
twice <strong>the</strong> size <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> six which had gone before it,<br />
rolled into <strong>the</strong> pool <strong>and</strong> out again. But on its<br />
bosom it carried Edith with it.<br />
Bruce heard her give a waterlogged shout <strong>of</strong><br />
amusement, <strong>the</strong>n, swimming cleverly to get clear<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> rocks, she headed for <strong>the</strong> shore. But <strong>the</strong><br />
current had her in its relentless hold, <strong>and</strong> instead <strong>of</strong><br />
progressing shorewards <strong>the</strong> girl was carried straight<br />
out to <strong>the</strong> shark-infested sea.<br />
For a few moments Edith f ailed to realise her<br />
peril; <strong>the</strong>n, swimming, as she thought, shorewards,<br />
<strong>the</strong> girl noticed that, though making pace relatively,<br />
<strong>the</strong> rocks were passing her, or she <strong>the</strong>m, in <strong>the</strong><br />
wrong direction!<br />
As though promenading along a vessel's upper<br />
deck at four miles an hour sternwards, <strong>the</strong> vessel,<br />
covering full twenty nautical knots, is yet bearing<br />
you onwards at greater speed. <strong>The</strong> tide carried<br />
Edith out at one rate while she battled against it<br />
at ano<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong> tide's pace was <strong>the</strong> greater, <strong>and</strong>—<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> sea was winning!<br />
A scream <strong>of</strong> mortal fear mingled itself with <strong>the</strong><br />
roar <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> surf, but here again <strong>the</strong> elements held<br />
<strong>the</strong> upper h<strong>and</strong>, for no one could possibly hear it.<br />
Bruce <strong>the</strong> lesser was, however, gazing at Edith<br />
Burne, <strong>and</strong> that was fortunate for Edith; fortunate<br />
for <strong>the</strong> nonce at any rate.<br />
Swimming with a long, sweeping, arm over arm,