"But you'd better
keep away. I've had cramps before, and I know I'm liable to grab
you if these get any worse."
Instead, she laid her hands on the hard-knotted muscles, and began
to rub and press and bend.
"Please," he gritted through his teeth. "You must keep away. Just
let me lie out here--I'll bend the ankle and toe-joints in the
opposite ways and make it pass. I've done it before and know how
to work it."
She released him, remaining close beside him and easily treading
water, her eyes upon his face to judge the progress of his own
attempt at remedy. But Lee Barton deliberately bent joints and
tensed muscles in the directions that would increase the cramp. In
his bout the preceding year with the affliction, he had learned,
lying in bed and reading when seized, to relax and bend the cramps
away without even disturbing his reading. But now he did the thing
in reverse, intensifying the cramp, and, to his startled delight,
causing it to leap into his right calf. He cried out with anguish,
apparently lost control of himself, attempted to sit up, and was
washed under by the next wave.
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