WAS THE SEA KIND?
He lost consciousness in the attempt to drag himself and his companion farther up the beach.

His arms and legs refused to move in response to his efforts, and the last he remembered was that his body was stiff and he was absolutely powerless.

When he again opened his eyes he was lying on a grassy sward with spreading green branches above him.

For some minutes he lay perfectly still, dimly sensible that he was alive, but utterly unable to fix his whereabouts.

Through his brain there still roared the awful waves; in his eyes there still lingered the vision of the sea as it was when dawn first developed the picture.
Fearing that he could not lift his head, he rose to his trembling elbow.
His wide eyes swept the view before him.