Too dark.

Tried to step back I suppose.

I stood still facing aft, and the wretched little second began to whine, 'You ain't going to hit a chap with a broken arm--and you call yourself a gentleman, too.' I heard a heavy tramp--one--two--and wheezy grunting.
The other beast was coming at me, clattering his oar over the stern.

I saw him moving, big, big--as you see a man in a mist, in a dream.

'Come on,' I cried.