Then, as he stepped forward, his foot sank into the ooze. He tried to wrench it back, but the muck sucked viciously at his foot as if it were a giant leech. With a violent effort, he tore his feet loose. He knew where he was now. Death Swamp and its quicksand.
They had come from the right, and doggedly he swam in that direction,swimming with slow, deliberate strokes, conserving his strength. For a seemingly endless time he fought thesea. He began to count his strokes; he could do possibly a hundred more and then--