The latter was smaller in size.

The recollection of her stung him, and he cried out in a loud, mocking voice: "Eh, there! Good-bye! Ha! ha! ha!" Suddenly the dark figures of the people moved toward him and crowded together in one group, in the centre of the raft.

But by this time a clear strip of water, about three yards wide, was flashing between them and Foma.
There was a silence lasting for a few seconds.
Then suddenly a hurricane of shrill, repulsively pitiful sounds, which were full of animal fright, was hurled at Foma, and louder than all and more repulsive than all, Zvantzev's shrill, jarring cry pierced the ear: "He-e-elp!" Some one--in all probability, the sedate gentleman with the side whiskers--roared in his basso: "Drowning! They're drowning people!" "Are you people ?" cried Foma, angrily, irritated by their screams which seemed to bite him.

And the people ran about on the raft in the madness of fright; the raft rocked under their feet, floated faster on account of this, and the agitated water was loudly splashing against and under it.

The screams rent the air, the people jumped about, waving their hands, and the stately figure of Sasha alone stood motionless and speechless on the edge of the raft.
"Give my regards to the crabs!" cried Foma.