As in a dream, he could hear the breakers--the pumas on their tread-mill of death.

How long would it last?
How long before he would be beaten upon that tread-mill--fondled to death by those mad paws?
Presently dreams came-kind, vague, distant dreams.

His brain flew like a drunken dove to far points of the world and back again.

A moment it rested.

Andree! He had made no provision for her, none at all.