Before a finger could touch him he had made the fatal spring; and the next moment he was beneath the surface of the sea! None of them felt strong enough to leap after and try to save him.

In all probability, the effort would have been idle, and worse; for the mad fancy that seemed urging him to self-destruction might still influence his mind, and carry another victim into the same vortex with himself.
Restrained by this thought, they stood up in the boat, and watched for his coming up again.
He did so at length, but a good distance off.

A breeze had been gradually springing up, and during his dive the pinnace had made some way, by drifting before it.

When his head was again seen above the curling water, he was nearly a hundred yards to windward of the boat.
He was not so far off as to prevent them from reading the expression upon his face, now turned toward them.

It had become changed, as if by magic.