He must live, he must fight on for her, the homeless girl, his wife.
He fought on and on.

No longer in the water, as it seemed to him.

He had travelled very far.

He heard the clash of sabres, the distant roar of cannon, the beating of horses' hoofs--the thud-thud, tread-tread of an army.

How reckless and wild it was! He stretched up his arm to strike-what was it?
Something hard that bruised: then his whole body was dashed against the thing.