Near the center of Georgia, Smalltown University was a rather well-to-do campus said to rival many of the big name colleges in the country (at least according to their brochures). It had plenty of funding to throw around, and boasted the diversity of its student body in race, class and gender. There was an unofficial tradition at this time of year, just before the end of Spring Break. It was when the students had what was simply called the Girl's Night Out. Every girl from the campus went down to the lake, which was actually a big artificial lake tended by the faculty during the warmer seasons.
The girls came back to campus a day early, so while the boys were still out partying, traveling, or sleeping in at home, every girl attending the big college showed up for one massive swim at the lake. Hundreds of the hot college students attended the gathering, the lake fortunately huge enough to let them all swim and splash around with plenty of space left.
There was a low cliff nearby with a waterfall running off one side, the water cycling back up to the top through some underground plumbing. It was a short walk up there, and there was space left by one side of the lake below where it was deep enough for girls to dive and jump off, splashing down safely like an enormous natural diving board. A small wooden shack was built up there, protecting a few valves controlled the water's temperature and flow, even able to turn it into a wave pool with the proper tinkering. A small raft was roped to the bottom of the lake near its center, floating there with enough room to fit three or so of the girls at once.
The cheerleaders, the goths, the geeks, the feminists, the Tumblr fanatics, the band girls, the sorority queens, the tough girls on the field hockey team. Everyone was gathered, though naturally not all of them were on friendly terms. Left without any adult supervision, it was only so long before someone pushed the wrong buttons. Even with all the space, the girls were bumping into each other or splashing one another when they got too close. The swim team was crossing the entire lake in races, annoying the party girls who were trying to arrange a round of chicken fights near the middle.
From her spot on the raft, it looked to Connie like everyone was due to pop at any moment. She was a pretty“girl next door type,” her friends assured her. While she wasn’t overwhelmingly stunning, she was pleasant and approachable, with long red hair that curled just slightly around her shoulders. She wore a cute pink bikini she’d picked out just for the occasion, and she presently wore it while she warmed up on the raft, watching over the scene and considering going up to the cliff for a dive.
“Move it, bitch,” grunted a thicker girl as she climbed on as well. Bridget was one of the big, curvy blondes who had worked as a lifeguard over the break. She still wore the tight, trashy red one piece that advertised the fact to everyone around her, and made her breasts wobble with almost every move. They certainly did when she bumped her shoulder into Connie, almost knocking her off the raft completely.
“Hey! Fucking watch it!” Connie snapped back. She didn’t have any particular clique to mingle and mutter with, but the tension in the air was starting to get to her too. It was no reason for them to take it out on her, after all.
“There’s not enough room for everybody, and you’ve been hogging it,” Bridget insisted, brushing back her blonde hair so it whipped Connie in the face. “I need to keep up my tan.”
The brunette fumed a bit from the fallous bimbo’s behavior, and she became the first of many to snap. She shoved Bridget’s shoulder angrily, not quite putting her off the raft but certainly getting her angry in return. She stood up and shoved Connie harder, knocking her entirely into the water with a splash that grabbed everyone around’s attention.
Connie splashed back up to the surface and gasped for air, Bridget laughing at her expense. Connie leered back and ducked under the water, just to rise up on the other end and push up hard enough to flip it over. Bridget was launched with a shriek just before she landed in the water, bursting back up and looking furious. Connie floated nearby, ready for her to start something when she pointed at her and shouted “Get her!”
It was then that Connie remembered that Bridget was a part of the cheerleaders, and a half-dozen of them started after her. Connie ducked away from one of their grabbing hands, then dove underwater for a quicker getaway.
“She’s over there!” one of them barked, rushing ahead while Bridget was still wiping water from her face and hair. Connie knew they’d be following, so she wove past a few other girls and between tight crowds. So when one of the cheerleaders pushed aside one of the math honor students, the geeky brunette wasn’t about to take it so lightly. She jumped on her and grabbed her by the hair, pulling the bitchy cheerleader under as she swung and slapped at her. The goths with their dyed (and thankfully waterproof) black hair and plain swimsuits leered at the preppy girls coming their way, making them hesitate before trying to burst through them. The darker punks were quick to clash with them, punching one of them out while a cheerleader clawed at one of their pale-skinned faces.
The fight was quickly getting out of control, and brawls of all sizes and sorts were breaking out. Some were cliques breaking into practical gang wars, like the rival sororities butting heads and arguing until slaps and punches started to fly. Eventually it wasn't even bound to their groups, infighting becoming just as common as teams. The Parker twins broke up when Sophie took the opportunity to jump her sister, and the debate team girls decided to stop using their words and start pulling each other's hair. The spring break at the lake was turning into a warzone.
Connie made it near the shore when one of the cheerleaders caught her ankle, tripping her to fall and splash down in the mud. The people behind the lake hadn't bothered to add sand to the sides, leaving a ring of mud around most of the shores for those not entering from the direction of the main road. Connie winced as the muck stuck to her skin, unable to recover from the fall before the two girls sat on her back, pressing her down harder into the mess and splatting her face into it.
"That’ll teach you to fuck with us!" gloated Mary, the thin black girl who leaned a hand into her head to grind her nose in the mud. Connie groaned as she was pressed down, while Mary's friend looked back into the water. "Uh, Mare?" she pressed, the tall redhead tapping her fellow cheerleader on the shoulder. Mary looked back to see the lake practically foaming from everyone thrashing and splashing around, half the campus' worth of college girls tearing into each other. Even some of the lesbian couples on campus were bringing up their anger and irritation to take out on eachother.
"Look what you did!" her friend insisted. "You just got all our girls into the biggest damn fight I've ever seen!"
“What I did?! You were the one who wanted to rush past the field hockey girls!”
“Better them than the gym girls. I'm not ending up as their next set of punching bags."
As they squabbled, Connie threw herself to one side, knocking Marie over into her friend and both of them crashing to the mud. Favoring her odds in the lake, she stumbled back into the waters, cleaning off the mud and trying to lose her pursuers.
Bridget went splashing after her crew, trying to move around the random brawls. It proved harder and harder as she went, the fight growing bigger by the moment as every girl got wound up with the rest of them. Bridget finally got sick of avoiding, grabbing and shoving away the next girl to get in her way. River stumbled in the water before she turned back on Bridget. She was a short and thin girl with wild curly hair, barely tamed by the lake's water. She was richly tanned, known to some around the campus as a major naturalist. The rest just called her a hippie.
“Move it, drum circle!” Bridget snapped at her, stomping past her but River grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back.
“Watch the aura, slut!” she hissed back, reining Bridget back with her blonde locks like a leash. Apparently pacifism wasn’t her only means of fighting back. River nodded over to one of her friends Venus, who went to a lot of protest rallies with her, letting her grab half of Bridget's hair before the each pulled in opposite directions, getting a shrill screech out of the cheerleader as they played tug of war with her scalp.
While Connie shrieked for help, most of her girls were still tangled up with the goths. They were trading blows fairly evenly. Each time a cheerleader dunked a goth under for a choking headscissor, a pale fists slugged a set perky, popular tits around. But Mina was tearing through the peppy girls at record time. The dark-haired girl was short, had a deep red streak dyed into her hair, and wore her special waterproof eyeshadow for the occasion so that she could attend the biggest event on the campus while still pretending she didn't care. Mina was a regular at metal concerts and raves, and quite at home in the mosh pit. The fact that they were cheerleaders was just a bonus at this point.
Mina headbutted one of the cheerleaders out before turning to elbow one behind her in the tit. As the girl yelped and tried to keep her breasts in her top, Mina grabbed her by her dark brown hair and kneed her in the gut. For such a moody girl, the goth really looked like she was having the time of her life.
One more cheerleader went down next to her, but by Hilda’s hand rather than the rampaging goth. Mina looked up to see her, the tall German exchange student. She was big all over, a stocky but attractive build that showed off her most in her chest and long blonde braid draped over her shoulder.
"I've been wanting a piece of you for a while, too tall," Mina smirked at her maliciously, easily feeling inadequate around the big foreign farmgirl for a long while. If there had been anyone’s ass she’d wanted to kick on campus, is was the taller, more popular and pretty Hilda.
"You’ve got spunk for such a tiny punk," Hilda grinned back at her, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her against her in a crushing bearhug that mashed their wildly differently sized tits together. "It’ll be lots of fun to break you into pieces, American bitch!"
Bridget was still kicking and screaming as she tried to pull away from the hippy girls painfully restyling her hair. The two nature lovers saw a heavy splash as Sheila, the fit Hispanic girl from the wrestling team, threw a smaller girl completely over her head.
"Hey, Sheila!" River called over to her, waving with a free hand while her friend still held Bridget by her hair. "How about you lend us a hand with this new toy we found!?"
Sheila smiled at the inviting sight while Bridget’s eyes went wide with panic. "Okay, but you two are next when I'm done with her," Sheila threatened, but she hardly started after her before she was suddenly swarmed. Out of the water burst a foursome of smaller girls, the computer geeks who tended to stay in their dorms hacking or programming or gaming all day. One immediately piled onto Sheila's back, wrapping her arms around her neck. Sheila grunted in surprise, but was able to grab onto her leg and yank her off.
The other three proved too much for her, like a swarm of geeky piranha. One pulled her arm off balance while the other two tackles into her as a flailing mass of fists and slaps. They pelted the Hispanic girl across her pretty face enough times to bring her down, shoving to keep her that way and kicking and kneeing at her body.
The hippies stared at the sudden mayhem, too stunned to keep Bridget from splashing out of the water long enough to shout to them. "Hey! Nerds! Help me out! I've got a deal for you!"
One of the girls made sure that Sheila was down, curled up into a ball in the shallows before they rushed towards the next trio. The hippies shrieked and darted off deeper, but one of them was tackled around the ankles. The one college girl still in braces grabbed the other by her elaborately braided hair, pulling it back and biting into her forehead.
"Wow, nice work," Bridget admitted, rubbing her scalp tenderly as the other two geeks heard her out. She met with the one girl she didn't recognize at first, just because Lizzie usually wore her big black glasses when she wasn't swimming. It was an odd change of perspective, because it let you focus on the skinny redhead's huge tits instead of her huge geek glasses.
"Thanks," Lizzie smiled a bit awkwardly. "We run the same kind of attacks in WoW."
“Yea, whatever that is,” Bridget dismissed quickly. “So you in for that team up?”
“Well, yea!” Lizzie agreed with an eager smile. “What were you thinking?”
“We hook up with my girls again. They’re all over the damn place, since the emo bitches got in our fucking way. Then we find that… there!” Connie could be seen slipping through the crowd as best she could, but stopping when she was bitchslapped by a passing Susan, the pretty blonde who kept talking to everyone about being a model. She entered a quick brawl with her, slapping and clawing back at Susan’s face to drive her back with her own offensively catty attack.
Bridget tugged on the shoulder strap of one of her newly acquired nerds. “There! After her, you two!”
One of the mousier nerds turned to her warily. “I’m not sure splitting up’s the most tactically sound…”
“You heard her!” Lizzie insisted, splashing at them pushily. It was the closest she’d had to talking to a popular girl, and she didn’t want to screw this up. “Go get Connie! We’ll catch up!”
The other two grumbled and went sloshing after the girl next door, muttering to themselves. “Lizzie’s losing sight of the real mission. Let’s Game of Thrones her ass when we get her and bossy bitch alone…”
Liz turned back to Bridget curiously. “Sooo what are we doing until then?”
“I told you, dummy. We’re getting my crew together. Toughest bitches we can find. And you? You get to be my ride.”
“Wait, what?” Liz blurted just before Bridget shoved her over, climbing onto her back.
“Step on it, horsie! Get me up to the cliff. We can see everything up there!” The busty geek blushed and frowned meekly, looking to her fellow geek. She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her own bulging bosom.
“Hey, you wanted to team up with her,” she huffed dismissively. “You can choke on it for all I care.”
“Hey, you’re coming with me!” Liz demanded, and even as Bridget sat on her, she grabbed her friend by the ankle and pulled her off her feet to splash down beside her. The rebellious nerd popped back up to gasp for air, trying to thrash and lunge to get away but Lizzie grabbed for her again. This time she got her by the bikini bottom, pulling down hard enough to expose her ass and drag her back into the water. “Now are you gonna listen or you going to shut up and help save our asses before she kicks them?!” With a begrudging grumble and Liz still holding her bottoms hostage in her grip, the rest of her group followed Liz’s lead, which was in fact just Bridget’s lead.
In the meantime, Connie had stayed out of the reach of the cheerleaders. The fact, though, that there just wasn’t enough space for her to stay clear of the action with so many girls around. She had been ambushed by the stars on the swim team, who had just finished teaming up on one of the band girls. They popped out of the water in their sleek and snug-fitting club swimsuits, Connie on guard enough that she kicked the first one right in the head to drop her back under the surface. The second grabbed Connie by the hair, arching her back with the force of the pull. The redhead yelped as she stumbled back, but she threw an elbow back that slammed into the swimmer’s thick chest. The athletic girl yelped and let go to hug an arm around her chest, letting Connie turn and swing her heel backward to bang into her crotch beneath the water.
With the taller brunette winded and clutching her groin, Connie ducked under and swam between her legs, resurfacing while she was halfway through, It slammed Connie’s head between her assailant’s legs before flipping her up over her shoulder to splash back down. Connie pushed off towards the cliff, making it to shore and catching her breath. She looked back over the water, already a mess with fighting girls tangled up with each other. And over all of them, she could make out Bridget riding on the shoulders of her nerdy mount. She saw Marie forcing her way onto the shoulders one of Lizzie’s friends, only for the two popular bitches to start pushing enviously at each other for who was in first. It reminded Connie of a chicken fight from where she was sitting, their heels digging into the busty geeks’ pillowy chests for balance. But at least they weren’t completely dedicating their efforts to chasing her down if they were fighting each other as well.
Connie saw Bridget pointing her way when she decided to make her break for it. She ran up the hill's path towards the diving cliff, and even there she wasn't safe from the chaos. The music club had let themselves loose on the casual bands that liked to play out on the quad or in front of the cafeteria. Most of them were in small, thrashing piles of outrage on the side of the path, catballing about or sitting on the other girl's chest and yanking out her hair. Near the ledge, Vicky, the lead singer for "The Roller Girls" was standing tangled up with Becky, the violin prodigy with the school's music scholarship. The band's mouthy redhead had Becky in a crude headlock, while the younger Asian reached up and practiced her finger work by reaching up and clawing on Vicky's face.
Connie looked around for a place to hide away, not quite ready to jump back into the feeding frenzy of angry girls waiting in the water below. The only space she could find was the shed, the door still shut but located right behind the brawling musicians.
Hearing her pursuers down the hill, Connie tried to quickly sneak in past Becky and Vicky.
"Hey, back off!" Vicky snapped at Connie, turning her attention away from her current opponent. "You're not being this little bitch's backup!"
"Hey, I don't need help to kick your ass, you slacker cunt! I thought she was with you!" Becky argued, managing to jerk her way out of Vicky's grasp. She stepped back out between the two of them, glaring at them both.
"Look, I'm just trying to get through," Connie insisted. "Shit's crazy down there, and I don't want to have to get my ass kicked any more than I have to. So get out of my way or-"
Vicky lashed out at Connie to interrupt her with a sharp slap across the face.
"Or do that..." Connie grunted, just before she jumped right into Vicky. She needed to move fast if she was going to avoid any more of Bridget (who was apparently working on subjugating a small army out of a mounted bitch cavalry), and that apparently meant fighting hard. Connie grabbed Vicky by the hair, thumping her head against the dirt beneath their struggling forms. The redheaded rocker reached up to grab her by the middle of her bikini top, using it as a lever to help the headbanger headbutt Connie right between the eyes.
While Connie reeled, Becky came in behind her and grabbed the girl-next-door by the arms, pulling them behind her back and letting Vicky throw a punch into her belly. Connie grunted from the body blow, soaking up another before she pulled free with her body still too wet and slippery to hold onto. Vicky's punch went into Becky's stomach instead, the two looking ready to throw down again in an instant when Connie kicked at her from the ground. She tagged Vicky in one of her breasts, knocking her backward into the dirt. Connie turned before Becky knew what had hit her opponent, grabbing the Asian girl by her long black hair and flipping her over her shoulder.
Connie tried to get up while they were busy recovering, but she felt Vicky grab her by the shoulder strap of her bikini.
"No you don't, bitch!" she threatened her fellow redhead. Connie squirmed and pulled in her grip before finally, between both girls' struggling, Connie was able to escape by pulling her way right out of her bikini top. Vicky was left looking puzzled at the swimswear long enough for the topless Connie to charge back into her, slamming her shoulder in the bad leader's gut. The big slam sent Vicky staggering back hugging her chest, too caught up in the surprise to watch where she was stepping. Vicky gave a quick curse as her foot completely missed the ground and she accidentally used the diving cliff. There was a short, angry shout followed by a splash soon after. Then a familiar voice cursing in the distance as she surfaced among the other brawling coeds.
Connie finally managed to reach the door to the shed and swung it open. She found that there wasn't actually much space in there, the structure mostly used to protect the controls to the lake from the weather and curious animals. There were a number of levers and knobs there that Connie didn't recognize, and it was too small and too late to use as a hiding place. Bridget and her group were cleaning up the last of the various band girls, with her and Marie riding on the back of their beaten pet geeks. Bridget shoved one against a tree before looping her bikini around a branch, trapping her to pound the busty cellist's chest around like a pair of a punching bags.
Marie spurred on her chesty geek, finally dismounting her to charge at Connie. The plain redhead braced for the collision, grabbing Marie by the wrists and trying to wrestle her back but bumping into the side of the door. Connie yelped and flinched as she held her rips, letting Marie pull her by the hair into a headlock and squeeze around her neck.
"Let go, you stupid bitch!" Connie hissed. With nowhere to run and the frustration of her entire pursuit, she was every bit as angry and violent as every other girl in the lake. She clawed at Marie's hair and chest, but she couldn't free herself before Bridget, Becky, and Lizzy all piled into them, swinging at anything in a frenzy to remain king of the hill. Their blind swinging did not do well for the controls though, as Lizzie's curvy ass bumped into the controller for the wave machine.
Back in the lake, Mina and Hilda had been caught up in the clash of the century as far as they were concerned. The goth had managed to climb onto Hilda's back, one arm around her neck and throwing hurried punches at her head. Hilda managed to catch Mina's arm and swing her over over shoulder, letting the smaller brawler land with a splash. While she pulled back up to the surface, Hilda stomped down onto her chest and pushed her back under the water, holding her with one heavy foot. Mina thrashed and clawed at her leg before she was able to bite into the foreign girl's toes, making Hilda pull back with a yelp. Mina popped out of the water and threw a knee into her groin, just for Hilda to bend double from the pain and grab Mina by her smaller breasts, squeezing with both hands.
As their brawl was reaching its peak, the heard the dull hum of motors under the water. They both paused to look down, the fight generally too loud and wild to hear anything like that. When the waves started billowing, that was when things got interesting. At first the only put the girls off balance, but soon every girl in the lake was having trouble staying in one spot. They were tossed all around, breaking up fights only to start new ones when they banged into another potential opponent. But with the tangle of girls still fighting on the controls, the waves weren't the only thing being toyed with.
Soon the temperature was cranked up, and girls soon found themselves in something closer to a giant hot tub than a freshwater pond. The girls started to yelp as the water stung to be in, and the steam was limiting how much they could see and making it rougher to breathe. Many of the girls started passing out, and they couldn't make their way to the shore without either climbing over a stampede of angry young women or simply going unconscious and being pushed ashore by the rampaging waves.
The lake was even more chaotic than before, and they could hear the shrieks and curses from the perch on the cliff. Their clumsy struggles went on, too many to fit on the small diving area where the cliff ended. Seeing she was quickly becoming a main target, Connie saw her only chance. She slammed into the others, forcing the last of the conscious and fighting girls off the ledge and flying down into the piping hot pool.
Connie held her breath and kept above the water as much as she could, knowing it would be even worse if she went under. The raft! That was where it started, and where she could wait it out. There had to be some time when the heater would shut off if left idle for too long. They wouldn't have an entire machine up there just to not have some failsafes put in. She ignored as much of the ruckus as she could, swimming out to the middle of the lake.
Connie pulled herself up onto the raft, catching her breath a moment before she sighed. Of course she wasn't the only one with this idea. Wet with sweat and warm water, Vicky was already kneeling in the middle of the raft. She wasn't sitting simply because Bridget and Hilda were on there was well, already arguing with her. Lizzie pulled herself on after the rest of them, and Marie shortly after, looking them over and giving a frustrated groan. And with all the waves and clumsy movements of the panicked coeds, every last one of them was left topless by the mayhem.
"You dummies!" Lizzie snapped as she almost slipped and grabbed onto one of the ropes that helped keep the raft in place. "We can't have this many people on here! It's going to tip like this!"
"Good point," Connie panted, shaking some water from her hair. "We need to lose some people." There was a share second or two of silence as they did their grim match. Then Connie shoved Lizzie as the closest person in arm's reach. The girls all started to shove, grab, slap and claw as the tried to remain the last girl standing.
Liz managed to hang on, but her feet still sticking into the uncomfortably hot water. She tried to climb up while Vicky grabbed and dug her nails into Bridget's bulging boobs. The lifeguard shrieked and stumbled backward towards the edge of the small craft while Hilda lunged for Connie. Bridget's foot slipped near the edge, shouting over her shoulder.
"Catch me, you useless little dork!" she demanded, but Lizzie frowned and grabbed Bridget by the back of her bikini bottoms.
"Catch yourself, you fatass bitch," Lizzie hissed, pulling herself up onto the raft while still pulling Bridget into the water instead. The busty blonde shrieked and thrashed around, but an alliances were clearly ignored this far into the brawl. Lizzie tackled Connie around the knees rather than worry about Bridget, letting the stinging waves roll her around until she was a red-skinned rag doll being dumped on the shore with the other groaning, unconscious college girls.
Hilda grabbed onto Connie's hair, the two girls pulling and clawing at her from both ends. Vicky didn't have any loyalties left to any of these bitches, but she knew an opening when she saw it. Better to hurt them all at once than pile up on one. The singer kicked Hilda in her ass, sending her head falling forward to thump into Lizzie's. Vicky literally walked over Connie to pursue them, stepping on her stomach and taking Hilda by the leg. She started to drag her towards the edge, the exchange student kicking frantically and shouting threats her in German.
Hilda grabbed for anything to hold onto, which so happened to be Lizzie's crotch. Her fingers dug into her pussy and got a high-pitched scream from the geeky girl, grabbing at the ropes to try to hold on and drag herself in the other direction. The whole thing left Hilda in the middle of an awkward and painful tug of war, with everyone involved crying and sweating, breasts heaving with labored breaths.
"Man overboard!" Connie snapped, suddenly pulling on Vicky's ankle. The rocker let out a yelp before once more, Connie knocked her off an edge into the steaming water. Hilda used her newly gained freedom to grab and spread out Lizzie's legs like a wishbone, stretching her legs and thighs painfully far apart. Connie turned to take advantage, but Vicky still grabbed onto her ankle, trying to pull herself back on.
"You sneaky little shit!" Vicky snarled, Connie kicking frantically at the musician to fend her off. The raft started to tilt with the off-balance weight, and even when Connie delivered a sharp enough kick to Vicky's breast to knock her off, it was awkwardly tilting in their direction. Lizzie's were watering from the heat, weariness, and Hilda's handful of her twat, wrapping her arm around the rope one more time to try to hold on.
Connie held onto another bit of rope while her other hand grabbed Hilda by the hips, pulling down on her swimsuit enough to expose the German's ass.
"You handsy little pig!" Hilda snapped, kicking over at Connie as she hung onto Lizzie's tightly tensed pussy for dear life. Lizzie reached down and pulled on Hilda's hair, shaking her head around. One of her feet swung at Connie while she was at it, smacking against her head a few times before Connie simply bit into the computer nerd's calf.
The three were too caught up in their screaming, biting, clawing, grabbing mass of hormones and battle lust and screaming to notice the sound of the ropes snapping. Their combined weight and the full force of the artificial waves proved too much for the sturdy floatation device, finally flipping over as the binding ropes broke and tossed Connie, Lizzie and Hilda overboard. They were quickly dunked under the hot water, a few bubbling shouts coming from them that echoed under the water, but exhausted them that much sooner. Hilda grabbed onto Connie to try to steady herself and minimize the power the waves had over them. The rest of them grabbed onto each other just the same, grabbing each other by the arms or breasts or anything they could find on the other girls.
The waved still flung them to and fro, just as one mass of screaming flesh. They bobbed over and under the surface until the three of them slammed into each other where the raft had just been. It was the last thing any of them remembered of the fight, and a few moments later, the automated systems calmed the water down. It disabled the rotors and heaters, turning the temperature back to normal and making the stormy waves disappear as if it were satisfied to see that every single girl who had entered the lake was now knocked out cold along its shores, the last three freshly deposited by the last bit of its tide.
