Vincent knew that he had past out while lying on the ground between his two women. He was on his side with his head resting against his arm when he returned back into the reality of his world. He must have move while he was unconscious, but he didn't remember anything. He was now only half aware of his situation since his mind was still partly out of focus because of his having past out for such a long time. But in spite of that, he knew that he was in great danger and that he had to act fast.
He turned his head in every direction to look around, of course noting was moving, but when his eyes came to rest on Nika, he discovered that she had change position since before he had lost consciences. Even now as his eyes focused on her, he could hear her mumbling words that he couldn't make any sense off. She was now resting on her belly, whereas before he had passed out she had been lying on her back. More important still, her body was a dozen feet closer to the river now.
This suddenly gave him courage. If only, he told himself, he could drag her body to the river. Why not roll her until she was in the water, she was less then ten feet from the river now.
With much pain and a tremendous effort of will, he got back on his feet. He stood over Nika's body for a while then he bent over and placed a hand under her left shoulder and the other around her waist. He gently lift her shoulder while at the same time he pushed on her waist until he saw her turn over on back.
Again and again he repeated this. Sometimes Nika would regain consciousness for a few seconds and cry out in pain as her aching body was forced to move. But Vincent didn't pay any attention to her loud protest since both of their life depended on how fast he could make her reach the river.
At last, after what seemed to be a long time to him, she was only one turn away from the water. Vincent then forced his own protesting body back beside Verla. He could actually feel his own strength leaving him, it took him twice as long to roll her and it did caused excruciating pain in his aching muscles and joints, but he was able to roll her near the river also using the same method he had used on Nika.
As soon as both women were near the river, he focused his mind on the next step. There was no question of pushing both unconscious bodies into the river since they would drown immediately. He even doubted very much his own capacity to keep his own head out of the water in the exhausted state that he was now. He needed something to help them float so that they would not need to exert efforts all the time to stay above the water. But in this barren place there was only the yellow grass around them.
At last his eyes came to rest on their supplies which were in a pile just a short distance from where the fire had been burning less than ten hours previously. Yes, he told himself, there was something he could use there.
He experienced more pain as he slowly walked toward the pile and he took out the two water bags that used to belong to Kwola. They were made of the hide of an antelope-looking animal that Kwola said was called a balu. After the skin of the animal had been dried in the sun for several days, it had been coated with the same rubber-like resinous paste that had been used to make the canoe waterproof.
Vincent poured the water out of both bags then he blew as much air as he could inside them. Then by mean of a short strip of leather, which he cut from the rope, he tied the neck of each bag as tight as he could. On his way back toward the river he felt and when he tried to stand back on his legs, he soon discovered that it was impossible for him to do so since he was now too weak.
On his hands and knees, he was finally able to get to the two unconscious women. He used leather strips from the rope and he tied both bags together. Next he tied both women together also by passing the rest of the rope under their arms. With the two air bags between them, he next wrapped the rope around them and around the bags.
As soon as this was done, he pulled himself into the cold water of the river and he proceeded to drag the bodies of the women. Had the slope along the bank not been as steep, he wouldn't have been able to do this, but gravity did help him and once Verla's body was in the water, the slight pull of the current made it easier for him to pull Nika into the water.
Once both unconscious bodies were floating on the water, he placed one hand around the rope holding the two air bags together and he felt a certain satisfaction as his body became numb due to the fact that the water of the river was very cold.
The current slowly carried them downstream as a single mass. Beside reducing the pain in all of his joints, the cold water made him want to sleep and more than once he was tempted to submit to the relaxing sleep that every cell of his body was craving for. He did close his eyes once and his grip relaxed on the rope and he was immediately jerked out of the soothing sleep when his head became submerged.
A few times he had to pull one of the women's head out of the water, he did this by pulling them by their long hair.
Gradually, after what seemed to Vincent like hours, the river carried them toward the forest. By noon, when the sun was directly over his head, he saw the first trees growing near the bank of the river. By that time he was so weak that he didn't even try to pull himself on the dry sand. Instead, he used his remaining strength to concentrate on the task of keeping one hand around the rope and his head out of the water.
Hours later, he felt a sharp pain on one of his kneecap. The pain was intense enough to jolt him out of his half unconscious state, it seemed that he had hit his knee on a rock. Even after realizing that he was not dead, it took his mind many long seconds to understand where he was.
They were no longer moving. They were all very immobile in the shallow water of a section of the river that was much wider. Both Nika and Verla were still bounded together with the air bags in-between them, but as it was with him, their bodies were only half submerged since they had somehow become anchored to a piece of wood stuck into the bottom of the water. Vincent also noticed that it was getting dark, and then he passed out completely.
When he recovered part of his senses much later, he felt pain in every muscle and joint of his body. The instant that he tried to move, it ached terribly and he remained still for a long time. On the other hand, when he didn't move, it was as bad since the pain seemed to come from every square inch of his flesh, even his bones seemed to sending signals of pain to his blurred brain.
Later, while his eyes were only half opened, he saw the shadow of someone's head just a few inches from his face. But with the sun in the background it looked like a ghostly apparition and as for the face he couldn't even see enough to identify its owner. After a minute of this he once again passed out.
The third time that he regained consciousness, it was dark again. He waited and looked around without daring to move his head. But only the silhouette of the tops of the trees in the background was in his line of sight. He didn't dare twist his neck since he still recall the terrible pain he had endure when he had tried to move the last time. He did remain conscious long enough to think about the fact that it was now dark and that he was experiencing only a dull ache all over. He knew that he was still extremely weak and most of all he wanted to sleep which he soon did.
It was late afternoon when he awoke. He was able to move his head sideways without too much pain and he saw the shape of his two women just a few feet away from him. The three of them were now on dry ground. How had they gotten there, he had no idea.
He then remembered the blurred image of the face he had seen the previous day. Yes, someone had been in the process of pulling him out of the water at that time.