The Man by Bram Stoker Chapter 32 Page 20

But the instinctive desire for life recalled him. Once more he fought his way up to the surface, and swam blindly, desperately on. Seeing nothing, he did not know which way he was going. He might have heard better had his eyes been able to help his ears; but in the sudden strange darkness all the senses were astray. In the agony of his mind he could not even feel the pain of his burnt face; the torture of his eyes had passed. But with the instinct of a strong man he kept on swimming blindly, desperately.

It seemed as if ages of untold agony had gone by, when he heard a voice seemingly beside him:

‘Lay hold here! Catch the girth!’ The voice came muffled by wind and wave. His strength was now nearly at its last.

The shock of his blindness and