A shriek of horror burst from Layelah.

She started back, and fell from her standing-place into the waves beneath.

The next instant we were all in the water together--the athaleb writhing and lashing the water into foam, while I involuntarily clung to his coarse mane, and expected death every moment.
But death did not come; for the athaleb did not sink, but floated with his back out of the water, the right pinion being sunk underneath and useless, and the left struggling vainly with the sea.

But after a time he folded up the left wing and drew it close in to his side, and propelled himself with his long hind-legs.

His right wing was broken, but he did not seem to have suffered any other injury.
Suddenly I heard a cry behind me: "Atam-or! oh, Atam-or!" I looked around and saw Layelah.