It was six-chambered, and I knew that only three had been emptied.

I remembered feeling extraordinarily cool and composed, and yet my wits must have been wandering or I would have never taken the course I did.
The right thing to do--on Arcoll's instructions--was to make for the river and swim across to my friends.

But Laputa was coming back, and I dreaded meeting him.

Laputa seemed to my heated fancy omnipresent.

I thought of him as covering the whole bank of the river, whereas I might easily have crossed a little farther down, and made my way up the other bank to my friends.