and shimmer against the skyline.
An hour later, he could see its details clearly. It was long and low and completely
covered with trees. A narrow beach of dazzling white sand surrounded it, and beyond
the beach there seemed to be a very wide, shallow reef, for there was a line of white
breakers at least a mile out at sea.
At first Johnny could see no signs of life, but at last, with great relief, he spotted
a thin stream of smoke rising from the wooded interior. Where there was smoke there
were human beings—and the water for which his whole body was now craving.
He was still several miles from the island when the dolphins gave him a bad shock;
they were turning aside as if to by-pass the land that was now so close. Then Johnny
understood what they were doing. The reef was too great an obstacle; they were going
to outflank it and approach the island from the other side.
The detour took at least an hour, but Johnny’s mind was at rest, now that he felt
sure that he was nearing safety. As the raft and its untiring escort swung around
to the western side of the island, he saw first a small group of boats at anchor,
then some low white buildings, then a collection of huts with dark-skinned people
moving among them. There was a fairly large community here, on this lonely speck in
the Pacific.
Now at last the dolphins seemed a little hesitant, and Johnny got the impression that
they were reluctant to go into the shallow water. They pushed the raft slowly past
the anchored boats, then backed off as if to say, “It’s up to you now.”
Johnny felt an overwhelming impulse to say some words of thanks, but his mouth was
too dry for speech. So he stepped quietly off the raft, found himself in water only
waist deep, and waded ashore.
There were people running along the beach toward him, but they could wait. He turned
toward the lovely, powerful creatures who had brought him on this incredible journey,
and waved them a grateful farewell. Already they were turning back toward their home,
in the deep water of the open sea.
Then something seemed to happen to his legs, and as the sand came up to hit him, dolphins,
island, and everything else vanished from his consciousness.
Chapter 5
When Johnny awoke, he was lying on a low bed inside a very clean, white-walled room.
A fan was spinning above his head, and light filtered in through a curtain-covered
window. A cane chair, a small table, a chest of drawers, and a washbasin completed
the furniture. Even without the faint smell of disinfectant, he would have known that
he was in a hospital.
He sat up in bed, and immediately yelped with pain. From head to foot, he seemed to
be on fire. When he looked down at his body, it was an angry red, and patches of skin
were peeling off in large flakes. He had already received some medical attention,
for the worst places had been liberally covered with white ointment.
Johnny gave up the idea of moving, at least for the time being, and collapsed back
into bed with another involuntary cry. At that moment the door opened, and an enormous
woman came into the room. Her arms were like bolsters, and the rest of her was built
on the same scale. She must have weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, yet
she was not unhealthily fat—she was simply huge.
“Well, young man,” she said. “What’s all the noise? I never heard such a fuss about
a little sunburn.”
A broad smile spread across her flat, chocolate-brown face, just in time to check
Johnny’s indignant answer. He managed a feeble grin in reply, and submitted while
she took his pulse and temperature.
“Now,” she said, as she put away the thermometer, “I’m going to send you to sleep,
and when you wake up, all the pain will be gone. But before I do that, you’d better
give me your address so we can telephone your family.”
Johnny stiffened, despite his burns. After going through all this, he was