They got to the river at last. Jack Ellyat saw A yellow stream and slow boats crossing the stream. Bailey had helped him out. He was walking now With his arm around Bailey’s neck. Their course was a crab’s. The Jew was up and staring with shoe-button eyes While his cough took him. The giant lay on a plank, Some men were trying to lift him. The wind blew Over a knife of frost and shook their rags. The air was a thawing ice of most pure, clear gold.