hold of Morton's body when he encountered it beneath the waters. He
held on to it, as to his only protection, and he held on to him also
as to his only enemy. If there was a chance for a life struggle,
they would share that chance together; and if not, then together
would they meet that other fate.

Caleb Morton was a very strong man, and though one of his arms was
altogether encumbered by his antagonist, his other arm and his legs
were free. With these he seemed to succeed in keeping his head
above the water, weighted as he was with the body of his foe. But
Trow's efforts were also used with the view of keeping himself above
the water. Though he had purposed to destroy himself in taking that
leap, and now hoped for nothing better than that they might both
perish together, he yet struggled to keep his head above the waves.
Bodily power he had none left to him, except that of holding on to
Morton's arm and plunging with his legs; but he did hold on, and
thus both their heads remained above the surface.

But this could not last long. It was easy to see that Trow's
strength was nearly spent, and that when he went down Morton must go
with him. If indeed they could be separated,--if Morton could once
make himself free from that embrace into which he had been so
anxious to leap,--then indeed there might be a hope. All round that
little inlet the rock fell sheer down into the deep sea, so that
there was no resting-place for a foot; it but round the headlands on
either side, even within forty or fifty yards of that spot, Morton
might rest on the rocks, till a boat should come to his assistance.
To him that distance would have been nothing, if only his limbs had
been at liberty.