He leaned the rod beside a wall and balanced the handle of the lunch pail upon it and took out the crowbar and began to jab at the cement that sheered away easily each time he hacked, and quicker than he thought it would happen, a brick was completely loose. He pulled it out and laid it carefully at his feet and turned feverishly to the job of loosening other bricks, only to find that they were not so easy. He sighed, weak from effort. Yes, he would go back to his cave and eat and sleep and then return. He groped back to the cave and stumbled along a wall until his foot struck the tool box. He sat upon it and opened the lunch pail and took out two thick sandwiches. He smelt them. Pork chops! he exclaimed. He leaned his back against the dirt wall and closed his eyes and stretched out his legs and devoured a sandwich. All thought of loosening the bricks went from him as he savored the juicy meat and the smooth rye bread. He chewed rapidly and gulped down lumpy mouthfuls that made him long for a drink of water. When he finished the second sandwich, he found an apple and gobbled it up, sucking the core until the last taste of flavor was drained from it. He took the bones left from the chops, and, like a dog, ground them thoroughly in his teeth, enjoying the salty, tangy marrow. He finished, sighed profoundly, and surrendered his body to the digestive processes. He grew sleepy. He crawled to one side and stretched out full length on the dry ground and took the tool box for a pillow and put it under his head. It felt awkward, but he was so sleepy that the sensation of discomfort quickly left. A rush of air that was like a groan escaped his lips. . . .

. . . his body was washed by cold water that gradually turned warm and he was buoyed upon a dark stream that swept him to a sea of wild waves and suddenly he found himself walking upon the water how strange and light it was to walk over swirling currents and he came upon a nude woman holding a nude baby in her arms and the woman was sinking into the water and holding her baby high above her head and screaming help and he ran over the water to the woman and reached her just before she went down and he took the baby and stood watching the breaking bubbles where the woman went down and he called lady and there was no answer and he called again lady and still no answer yes dive down there and rescue that woman but he could not take this baby into the depths with him and tenderly he laid the baby on top of the water expecting it to sink but the baby floated and he leaped into the water and held his breath and strained his eyes to see through the gloomy volume of water and he opened his mouth and called lady and the water bubbled and his chest ached but he could not see the woman and he called again lady lady and again there was no answer and his feet touched sand and his chest felt about to burst and he bent his knees and propelled himself violently upwards and water rushed past his body as he shot up up up and his head bobbed out and he breathed deeply and looked around where was the baby the baby was gone and he rushed over the water looking for the baby calling where is it but as far as he could see the water was empty and the sea and the sky and the water threw back an echo where is it and he began to doubt that he could stand upon the water and then he was sinking and as he struggled the water grew turbulent and rushed him downward spinning dizzily and he opened his mouth to call for help and water rushed into his lungs and he choked. . . .