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"
Straight
for
it
,
Daniel
.
If
we
go
clear
we
are
too
weak
ever
to
win
back
against
sea
and
wind
.
"
He
was
right
.
I
obeyed
.
He
drew
his
watch
and
looked
,
and
I
asked
the
time
.
It
was
five
o'clock
.
He
stretched
out
his
hand
to
Arnold
Bentham
,
who
met
and
shook
it
weakly
;
and
both
gazed
at
me
,
in
their
eyes
extending
that
same
hand-clasp
.
It
was
farewell
,
I
knew
;
for
what
chance
had
creatures
so
feeble
as
we
to
win
alive
over
those
surf-battered
rocks
to
the
higher
rocks
beyond
?
Twenty
feet
from
shore
the
boat
was
snatched
out
of
my
control
.
In
a
trice
it
was
overturned
and
I
was
strangling
in
the
salt
.
I
never
saw
my
companions
again
.
By
good
fortune
I
was
buoyed
by
the
steering-oar
I
still
grasped
,
and
by
great
good
fortune
a
fling
of
sea
,
at
the
right
instant
,
at
the
right
spot
,
threw
me
far
up
the
gentle
slope
of
the
one
shelving
rock
on
all
that
terrible
shore
.
I
was
not
hurt
.
I
was
not
bruised
.
And
with
brain
reeling
from
weakness
I
was
able
to
crawl
and
scramble
farther
up
beyond
the
clutching
backwash
of
the
sea
.
I
stood
upright
,
knowing
myself
saved
,
and
thanking
God
,
and
staggering
as
I
stood
.
Already
the
boat
was
pounded
to
a
thousand
fragments
.
And
though
I
saw
them
not
,
I
could
guess
how
grievously
had
been
pounded
the
bodies
of
Captain
Nicholl
and
Arnold
Bentham
.
I
saw
an
oar
on
the
edge
of
the
foam
,
and
at
certain
risk
I
drew
it
clear
.
Then
I
fell
to
my
knees
,
knowing
myself
fainting
.
And
yet
,
ere
I
fainted
,
with
a
sailor
's
instinct
I
dragged
my
body
on
and
up
among
the
cruel
hurting
rocks
to
faint
finally
beyond
the
reach
of
the
sea
.
I
was
near
a
dead
man
myself
,
that
night
,
mostly
in
stupor
,
only
dimly
aware
at
times
of
the
extremity
of
cold
and
wet
that
I
endured
.
Morning
brought
me
astonishment
and
terror
.
No
plant
,
not
a
blade
of
grass
,
grew
on
that
wretched
projection
of
rock
from
the
ocean
's
bottom
.
A
quarter
of
a
mile
in
width
and
a
half
mile
in
length
,
it
was
no
more
than
a
heap
of
rocks
.
Naught
could
I
discover
to
gratify
the
cravings
of
exhausted
nature
.
I
was
consumed
with
thirst
,
yet
was
there
no
fresh
water
.
In
vain
I
tasted
to
my
mouth
's
undoing
every
cavity
and
depression
in
the
rocks
.
The
spray
of
the
gale
so
completely
had
enveloped
every
portion
of
the
island
that
every
depression
was
filled
with
water
salt
as
the
sea
.
Of
the
boat
remained
nothing
--
not
even
a
splinter
to
show
that
a
boat
had
been
.
I
stood
possessed
of
my
garments
,
a
stout
knife
,
and
the
one
oar
I
had
saved
.
The
gale
had
abated
,
and
all
that
day
,
staggering
and
falling
,
crawling
till
hands
and
knees
bled
,
I
vainly
sought
water
.
That
night
,
nearer
death
than
ever
,
I
sheltered
behind
a
rock
from
the
wind
.
A
heavy
shower
of
rain
made
me
miserable
.
I
removed
my
various
coats
and
spread
them
to
soak
up
the
rain
;
but
,
when
I
came
to
wring
the
moisture
from
them
into
my
mouth
,
I
was
disappointed
,
because
the
cloth
had
been
thoroughly
impregnated
with
the
salt
of
the
ocean
in
which
I
had
been
immersed
.
I
lay
on
my
back
,
my
mouth
open
to
catch
the
few
rain-drops
that
fell
directly
into
it
.
It
was
tantalizing
,
but
it
kept
my
membranes
moist
and
me
from
madness
.
The
second
day
I
was
a
very
sick
man
.
I
,
who
had
not
eaten
for
so
long
,
began
to
swell
to
a
monstrous
fatness
--
my
legs
,
my
arms
,
my
whole
body
.
With
the
slightest
of
pressures
my
fingers
would
sink
in
a
full
inch
into
my
skin
,
and
the
depressions
so
made
were
long
in
going
away
.
Yet
did
I
labour
sore
in
order
to
fulfil
God
's
will
that
I
should
live
.
Carefully
,
with
my
hands
,
I
cleaned
out
the
salt
water
from
every
slight
hole
,
in
the
hope
that
succeeding
showers
of
rain
might
fill
them
with
water
that
I
could
drink
.
