He was sinking, but I was not weary.
I remember hearing the clunk-clank of the oars of a coming boat.
Then that was lost to me; there came a terrible roaring in my ears, sparks flashed across my eyes, and—
When next I became conscious, I was lying in my bunk.
One anxious glance upwards. Oh, joy! it was Jill’s hand I held in mine.
So I slept.