began to spin slowly in the slack water outside the main current.
Nicholas was still riding high on the log. He hefted the bamboo,
swinging it back and forth like a baseball bat, to get the feel of it.
Then he cocked it over his shoulder and waited for Helm to show himself.
A second later the Texan's head broke out, streaming water. His eyes
were screwed closed, and he let out a gasp Of water and air and tried to
suck in a breath. Nicholas aimed the pole at his head and swung with all
his strength, but just at that moment Helm opened his eyes and saw the
blow coming.
He was as quick as a water snake, rolling his head under the swinging
club so that it merely touched the side of his cropped blond head and
then glanced away. Nicholas was thrown off balance by his own swing, and
before he could recover Helm had drawn a quick breath and ducked below
the surface again.
Nicholas poised the club, ready to strike a second time, peering down
into the murky water, muttering angrily at himself for having missed the
first blow while he still had the advantage of surprise. He had no
illusions about what he was in for, now that Helm had been warned.
The seconds drew out with no sign of his adversary reappearing, and
Nicholas looked behind him anxiously, trying to anticipate where he
would come up again. For a long minute nothing happened. He lowered the
club nervously, and changed his grip so as to be ready to stab in any
direction with the sharp broken tip.
Suddenly his left ankle was seized in a crushing grip below the water
and, before he could grab a handhold to resist, Nicholas was jerked from
his seat on the log and went over backwards into the river. As he
plunged beneath the water he felt Helm's fingers clawing at his face. He
grabbed one of the fingers and wrenched it back, feeling it snap in his
grasp as he forced it back towards its own wrist.
But Helm was galvanized by the agony of the dislocated joint, and one of
his long muscular arms whipped around Nicholas's neck like the tentacles
of an octopus.
The two of them came to the surface for a moment, both of them drew one
quick, harsh breath, then Helm forced Nicholas's head backwards and
water flooded into his open mouth. The lock on his neck tightened, and
he felt the tension on his vertebrae. It was a killer grip. If Helm had
only had a solid purchase he could have exerted the last ounce of
pressure which would have snapped his spine. But Nicholas kept rolling
back in the direction of the thrust, giving with it, and preventing Helm
from bringing all his strength to bear. As he went over he saw Helm's
face in front of his, magnified and distorted through the tainted grey
water. He looked monstrous and evil.
As Helm rolled over the top of him Nicholas locked both hands around his
waist to hold him firmly, then brought up his right knee between Helm's
legs, hard into his crotch, and felt the bone of his kneecap make
contact.
The bunch of genitals was full and rubbery; Helm contorted and his lock
on Nicholas's neck eased. Nicholas used the slack to reach down and grab
a handful of Helm's damaged testicles and twist them savagely. He saw
the man's face inches in front of his own twist into a rictus of pain
