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De Vere was slowly sinking in the quicksand, in the position in which he had leaped from the saddle of his horse, with his face turned from the ocean. Behind him the chestnut was being engulphed more rapidly; probably she was nearer the centre of the treacherous sand drift, and her convulsive efforts to extricate herself only hastened her end; but she groaned piteously as she struggled for life.
De Vere evidently thought that I was forming some plan for his assistance, for he said nothing for a minute or more, but watched me anxiously as I took in the whole scene.