But he clasped him tight, and dragged him beneath the water.

Down, down with him, fifty fathoms down; his struggles grew fainter and fainter, until they wholly ceased.

He was dead; he had killed him, and had kept his oath.
'He was traversing the scorching sands of a mighty desert, barefoot and alone.

The sand choked and blinded him; its fine thin grains entered the very pores of his skin, and irritated him almost to madness.

Gigantic masses of the same material, carried forward by the wind, and shone through by the burning sun, stalked in the distance like pillars of living fire.