He clambered far out over the wet rocks for hours, finding abalones now and then, and waging war on these thick, rough ovals that clung so tightly to the rock, the beautiful colors of the abalone-shells entirely concealed.

Timoteo saw nothing more of Herbert, during these hours of work.
Timoteo succeeded in getting three abalones, the last an especially large shell.

He sat down on the rocks to rest, after the long struggle with this big abalone.

The tide was rising.

He would go home soon now.
While he sat there, it seemed to him that he heard the sound of outcries.