But I'll not rob any one else of his place in a boat or his space on one of those rafts.

I'll swim for it." Slowly the land crept down upon the Doraine.

The illusion was startling.
The ship seemed to be lying absolutely motionless; it was the land that approached instead of the other way round.

A thin white beach suddenly emerged from the green background to the left, to the right an ugly mass of rocks took shape, stretching as far as the eye could reach.

Farther inland rose high, tree covered hills, green as emeralds in the blazing sunlight.