But his agonized hands again encountered the cold and weak support of the raft instead of that island of hard muscles crowned with a hairy and smiling face.
He continued his tenacious floating, struggling against the drowsiness that was urging him to relax from his drifting support and let himself go to the bottom, to sleep ...

to sleep forever! His shoes and clothing were continuing to pull and tug with even greater force.

They became an undulating shroud, growing heavier and heavier, surging and dragging down and down to the uttermost depths.

His desperation made him raise his eyes and look at the stars....

So high!...