We were too old for such fancies now, but the romance clung. We put on our swimming suits, this August morning, and swam from the lee beach. There is only one incident of significance for me to record. Drake was swimming far out with lusty strokes. Dianne and I not so skillful or daring in the water, were in the shallows of the beach. I recall that I leaped at her and ducked her. She came up gasping, but laughing, and made a rush at me. We mingled in a fight, tumbling each other into the water. I had always been Dianne's favorite. We were nearer an age, and Drake, when in his 'teens, had looked down upon us as mere children. We wrestled now in the water; and I remember that I found myself clinging to Dianne's hair, up by her forehead. "Frank, stop that! Let me go!" The frightened vehemence of her tone made me loose her at once. "What's the matter?" "You hurt me." "Shucks." A girl growing up with two older brothers gets used to rough treatment. It was not like Dianne to call quits. "You did hurt me." "Did I? Sorry, Dianne. Come on, let's swim then. Look where Drake is." The incident left me puzzled. Dianne had done that before. She did not like her hair touched. It grew down at the center of her forehead in a queer little peak, and she wore it parted far to one side. Children are not curious about such things, but I was old enough now to wonder why Dianne was annoyed when her hair there was touched. Drake came ashore, and he and I wandered off to dress. Then we called to Dianne. We had left her only a couple of hundred feet away. I called, "Oh Dianne, hurry it up. You going to take all day?" She did not answer. We called again. Drake said, "She's spoofing us. Hiding." We ran back to where we had left her. The little pile of her clothes lay there untouched. "Dianne!" Our shouts echoed over the island, but there was no answer. "Find her in two minutes," said Drake. He shouted, "Watch out, Dianne, we're coming! I'll run around the beach first, Frank. You climb up to the rock--see everything from there--" I went up to the peak, where I could see all the beach. Our dory was undisturbed, and I could see no sign of a boat leaving the island, or anywhere near it. I saw Drake sprinting around the beach, then plunging off among the trees. I could see his figure occasionally. He called up, "See her, Frank?" "No!" Fear struck us then. We searched, at first laughingly, then with stark horror overwhelming us. The little island was all too easy to search. There were no caves, no cliff over which she could have fallen. We had seen all the beach and the near-by water within a few moments after her disappearance. Surely there had not been time for her to swim out and be drowned. She was a fair swimmer, and cautious for all her youth. And even if she had gone back in the water and got into distress, we were so close we could have heard at once any call she made.