Archy shuddered, his eyes grew fixed, and his whole body seemed to be frozen.

The minute before he had been burning with rage, and struggling to gain the mastery over his enemy; now he would have given anything to have undone the past.
"Ram!" he cried excitedly,--"Ram, my lad, turn over quickly, and lay hold, or you will be off." There was no reply.

Ram's face looked ghastly, and his eyes were closed.
"I've killed him! I know I have!" cried Archy excitedly; and he strained himself more over the edge of the rock, to gaze wildly about for a means of descent, but there was only one: if he wished to get down to where the boy lay, apparently about to slip off into the sea, there was only one way, and that was to jump.

Thirty feet! And if he did jump, he could not do so without coming down in contact with the boy, perhaps right on him, when it seemed as if a touch of a finger would send him headlong into the sea.
"What shall I do ?" thought the midshipman.

"It is horrible.