The Fight with the Moray-Eel

Up, up, up--I kept hauling up quickly, the way Aralos showed me. Every so often I'd look down. Twenty fathoms of line; there was no end to it. One moment I stopped and bent over and saw the thing, it was still deep down. Two or three of its coils were coming up, one on top of another, just as quietly as could be. They were all sitting on the ground, a circle of them in the dusk. One man wore the uniform, another was just in short underpants--white. A sick man lying stretched out in a corner was in his pyjamas. One of the men said, If only we had a bit of water, even sea-water. .. . Then they could have drenched the blanket that hung over the opening to the tent

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