Camille turning round, perceived the terrifying face of his friend, violently agitated.

He failed to understand.

He was seized with vague terror.

He wanted to shout, and felt a rough hand seize him by the throat.

With the instinct of an animal on the defensive, he rose to his knees, clutching the side of the boat, and struggled for a few seconds.
"Therese! Therese!" he called in a stifling, sibilant voice.
The young woman looked at him, clinging with both hands to the seat.