Into The Whirlpool

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Whichever way we looked was death, and none worth choosing.

"I can't hold--much longer," Harry gasped. "What's the use-- old man--Paul--come--I'm going--"

He disappeared into the black, furious whirlpool with that word. The next instant my own fingers were torn from their hold by a sudden jerk of the water, and I followed.