Preston raised his hand, and the canoe lifted up into the air.
Rick’s paddle clattered on the gunnels as he reflexively clutched the edges of the boat. Looking over the side, he saw the water churning twenty feet below. He shifted his weight, trying to keep things balanced, and craned his neck to try to see what was beneath them.
A column of swirling water thrust up from the lake’s surface. It sparkled and dazzled in the afternoon sun, and it seemed to ripple with motion, like a slow cascade. Down at the base, Rick saw the currents as the water flowed toward the column, and then took a right turn straight up.