He had perhaps heard me, and was answering, or, at any rate, he was warning me.
"More," he cried, "fly, fly, fly to the boat! Save yourself!" "Where are you ?" I cried, as I still rushed on.
"Fly, More, fly! Save yourself! You can't save me.

I'm lost.

Fly for your life!" Judging from his cries, he did not seem far away.

I hurried on.

I could see nothing of him.