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His body needed refuelling. Clint carved some thin slices of venison and went in search of a frying pan. He set it on the flames, cut up an apple amongst the meat and sat down on the hearth. " He turned to the couch in time to see Eve stretch and open her eyes. " he asked, hiding all trace of anxiety. "Hungry," she replied, eyeing the contents of the pan. " He laughed, but warned, "You're going to have to take it easy. " He searched her face; it didn't look flushed. "Don't stare! " Clint was so relieved she wasn't fevered, he was perfectly happy to let her have the food and cook more for himself.
Concentrate on those buttons. " If she did not get the coat off, she could die, but he hesitated to tell her. Finally, miraculously, the waterlogged coat came off and immediately sank from its own weight. Eve felt even colder without the blanket-like coat, but she could move her arms and legs easier. "I have to get a rope from the truck. Stay afloat, no matter what. " Clint lunged off toward the house. Inside the garage, he removed his down jacket and threw the dead pheasant on the floor. Then he took the wooden ladder that lay against the wall and carried it outside.
It was something he had learned to do over the years. Confidence begot confidence! Eve could no longer speak. She could only gasp and make small animal sounds every once in awhile. She could no longer feel her arms and legs, and the rest of her body was also slowly becoming numb. She was on the brink of total exhaustion—the icy-cold water had numbed her thought processes as well. She kept her mouth above water by sheer instinct alone, but was dangerously close to the edge of unconsciousness. Clint Kelly carefully laid the ladder across the ice of the pond, making sure the end of it stopped well back from the black hole.