The girl, utterly unconscious, showed by the convulsive heaving of her breast that she was choking.

With a wild effort he swung her head round to shield her from the flying scud with his own form.
The tiny air-space thus provided gave her some relief, and in that instant the sailor seemed to recognize her.

He was not remotely capable of a definite idea.

Just as he vaguely realized the identity of the woman in his arms the unsteady support on which he rested toppled over.
Again he renewed the unequal contest.

A strong resolute man and a typhoon sea wrestled for supremacy.
This time his feet plunged against something gratefully solid.