As they continue they seem to increase in strength.
The pain, bearable at first, now becomes excruciating.
The light goes out of my eyes, swollen shut as they are beneath this cruel pelting.
A thousand ringing sounds assail my ears.
My brain reels—I am going—going—dying—
When, hark again!
You can not hear it! Your ears would not know it! But mine do! Mine do!
’Tis Bulger’s bark and I am saved! Faster and faster the Wind Eaters ply their clubs.
I do not heed them. I do not feel them now, for nearer and nearer comes that joyous music.
’Tis here!