He kept on snatching at my wrists; there was no getting rid of him.

I dashed into my berth, grabbed my water-bottle, and thrust it into his hands.

He vanished.

I didn't find out till then how much I was in want of a drink myself." He leaned on one elbow with a hand over his eyes.
'I felt a creepy sensation all down my backbone; there was something peculiar in all this.

The fingers of the hand that shaded his brow trembled slightly.