He stretched one hand as far as he could under the boat feeling for him.
But he could not reach him.

Presently the faint, difficult sound ceased, began again, stopped, and was heard no more.
A great silence seemed to rush in on the extinction of that small sound.
It stooped down and enveloped Hugh in it.

Everything was very calm, very still.

The boat kept turning slowly round and round, the only thing that moved.

The sunlight quivered on the wet, upturned keel.