the other side of the old bridge, you two! We have to try farther down-the cauldron!" wheezed Og.
Cheyne reached back, took Og by the cloak, and slung the smaller man over his shoulder. "Og, they are right behind us. Better an uncertain swim than a certain death. You can swim, can't you?" huffed Cheyne.
"No. Absolutely not. You should know that from the well in Sumifa."
"I still think you were faking that you slipped in."
"Truly, I was not," said Og. "Yob won't want to follow us into the water. He can't swim, either. But there's the whirlpool-and the monster."
"You said Chelydrus was imaginary!" barked Cheyne.
"I said no one had ever seen him," countered Og,
"Will you two set your minds and mouths to figuring out a way to survive Yob's spears first?" called Claria from in front. Somehow, even on the run, she had removed her boots, shoved them into her pack, and tied up her skirts.
"What were you doing in the well, Og?" Two nearly accurate spears chunked down to Cheyne's right and left.