"Oh..... OH, THAT BOY'S SWIMMING HIS ARSE OFF NOW! GET UP THERE, YOUNG BUCK!" Harry glanced back at the bystander's call to see that Dean Thomas had taken a swan dive off of where he'd been positioned on the incoming riverboat and was now furiously streak-swimming his way to the dock. He hauled himself, dripping wet, up onto the pylons, before almost immediately being set upon by one of McNair's associates.