He threw one hand and grabbed the cable, then followed by throwing out his other hand far in front of the first while he tried to keep his body straight.
He kept his legs firm and straight, though, and the cable moved very little, yet on the last dozen meters he felt the cable give way.
A booming twang was heard accompanied by a whistle. He held on to the cable and for an instant saw the other end recoiling towards him while he was pulled closer towards Boyce's side of the river.
Unable to hang on Lloyd fell and Boyce hid behind a big rock trying to keep the snapped end of the cable from cutting him in half with its whip-like action.
The end finally fell into the water and Lloyd had made it to the bank of the river having fallen only a couple of meters from the shore.
Boyce came out from behind the rock and helped Lloyd onto the rocks nearby.
"Are you hurt?" shouted Boyce.
Lloyd breathed heavily and shook his head. The only thing that was at fault with him was his torn clothing and scraped hands.
They spent the evening at the river's edge, trading off on staying awake throughout the night, guarding from attacks from animals, but the night was calm.
The only hostilities that the two men experienced through the night were the horrific sounds of wild animals fighting somewhere deep in the forest. The noises were so great that they, at times, drowned out the roar of the river. To their relief, however, not an animal was seen.