With the last of my strength I dragged the body from the strand and pushed it out into the waves.

A little billow ran up, coiled about it, and carried it away, ducking and bending.

Another seized it, and another, playing with it.

It floated from my sight--that which had been Marakinoff, with all his schemes to turn our fair world into an undreamed-of-hell.
My strength began to come back to me.

I found a thicket and slept; slept it must have been for many hours, for when I again awakened the dawn was rosing the east.