They wished to carry him to the shore; but when they touched him, although under Jacopo's directions, he declared, with heavy groans, that he could not bear to be moved.
It may be supposed that Dantes did not now think of his dinner, but he insisted that his comrades, who had not his reasons for fasting, should have their meal.

As for himself, he declared that he had only need of a little rest, and that when they returned he should be easier.

The sailors did not require much urging.

They were hungry, and the smell of the roasted kid was very savory, and your tars are not very ceremonious.
An hour afterwards they returned.

All that Edmond had been able to do was to drag himself about a dozen paces forward to lean against a moss-grown rock.
But, instead of growing easier, Dantes' pains appeared to increase in violence.