now he was so near to it that he could not hold on any longer . on went the boat , the poor tin - soldier keeping himself as stiff as he could : no one should say of him afterwards that he had flinched . the boat whirled three , four times round , and became filled to the brim with water : it began to sink ! the tin - soldier was standing up to his neck in water , and deeper and deeper sank the boat , and softer and softer grew the paper ; now the water was over his head . he was thinking of the pretty little dancer , whose face he should never see again , and there sounded in his ears , over and over again : ' forward , forward , soldier bold ! death 's before thee , grim and cold ! '
scared .
how did the tin-soldier feel when the boat began sinking ?
how did the tin-soldier feel when the boat began sinking ?