Now chattering words came from Harris: “All damned fine! I don't deny that you know your way about--” “Way out”, said Hogarth. “Yes, a gamesome sort of cock you are in all weathers...but what next?” “'Next' is to fall upon your knees and worship me, you cur”. “Thou shalt worship the Lawd thy Gawd”, chattered Harris; “no bloomin' fear! This is only a new kind of punishment cell. You've got me in; 'ow are you going to get me out?” Hogarth believed that the lorry was _en route_ for the railway, and hoped to escape in the transfer of the bell; but that night lorry and bell slept in a shed outside a village _en route_ for the sea. At four A.M. they were again _en route_, and at intervals during the day, opening their now feeble and sleep-infected eyes, could hear the hoots of the two cattlemen, the sound of winds, the rowdy gait of the crooked-legged oxen, and stoppages for drink or rest, and anon an obstruction, with shouting and fuss. It was night before the waggon came to rest on a jetty, the elaborate day's journey done. The fugitives were then deep in sleep, and only awoke at the rattle of a steam-crane in action above them, to find the bell beginning to tilt, lift and swing; then they were on a deck; and soon afterwards knew that it was a steamer's, when they heard the bray of her whistle, and presently were aware of blaring winds, and billows of the sea. Harris was for then and there crying out, but Hogarth, now his master, said: “To-morrow morning”; and they fell again into their morbid slumber. When they again awoke, uproar surrounded them, voices, a heaven-high shouting of quenched fires and screaming steams; moreover, the bell was leaning steeply, they two huddled together at its edge. Harris began to bellow: but he was not heard, or not heeded.... There had been a collision. “If you can't swim, better catch hold of me”, Hogarth shouted--“there will be--” But the earth turned turtle, and Hogarth felt himself struck on the shoulder, flung, and dragged down, down, into darkness. After an upward climb and fight to slip the clutch of the ship's suction, in the middle of a heavy sea he managed to get off his clothes, and set to swimming, whither he did not know, a toy on mountains of water. Exultation raged in him--a crazy intoxication--at liberation attained, at the sensation of warmth, at all that water and waste of Nature. But within ten minutes it is finished: he shivers, his false strength changing to paltriness, the waves washing now over his head; and now he is drowsing...drowning... XXII OLD TOM He continued, however, to swim after his conscious efforts ceased: for his body was found next morning on a strip of Cornish sand between Gorran and Mevagissey, washed by every sheet of surf.