He waited a little and then swam out again; and when he came into the moonlight I could see his whole back.

"In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost"...

and through the smoke I see him struggling.

He moaned, or so it seemed to me.

"Ah," I thought, "the Lord be thanked, I've killed him!" And when he drifted onto the sand-bank I could see him distinctly: he tried to get up but couldn't.