him ventured not to lay a finger
upon him, he accompanied them back to the prison of the Palazzo del
Podesta.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

THE SHIPWRECK.

Ten days had elapsed since the incidents related in the preceding
chapter. The scene changes to an island in the Mediterranean Sea. There,
seated on the strand, with garments dripping wet, and with all the
silken richness of her raven hair floating wildly and disheveled over
her shoulders, the Lady Nisida gazed vacantly on the ocean, now tinged
with living gold by the morning sun. At a short distance, a portion of a
shipwrecked vessel lay upon the shore, and seemed to tell her tale. But
where were the desperate, daring crew who had manned the gallant bark?
where were those fearless freebooters who six days previously had sailed
from Leghorn on their piratical voyage? where were those who hoisted the
flag of peace and assumed the demeanor of honest trader when in port,
but who on the broad bosom of the ocean carried the terrors of their
black banner far and wide? where, too, was Stephano Verrina, who had so
boldly carried off the Lady Nisida?

The gallant bark had struck upon a shoal, during the tempest and the
obscurity of the night, and the pilot knew not where they were. His
reckoning was lost--his calculations had all been set at naught by the
confusion produced by the fearful storm which had assailed the ship and
driven her from her course. The moment the corsair galley struck, that
confusion increased to such an extent that the captain lost all control
over his men; the pilot's voice was unheeded likewise.

The crew got out the long-boat and leaped into it, forcing the captain
and the pilot to enter it with them. Stephano Verrina, who was on deck
when the vessel struck, rushed down into the cabin appropriated to
Nisida, and by signs endeavored to convey to her a sense of the danger
which menaced them. Conquering her ineffable aversion for the bandit,
Nisida followed him hastily to the deck. At the same instant that her
eyes plunged, as it were, into the dense obscurity which prevailed
around, the lightning streamed in long and vivid flashes over the
turbulent waters, and with the roar of the billows suddenly mingled
deafening shrieks and cries--shrieks and cries of wild despair, as the
long-boat, which had been pushed away from the corsair-bark, went down
at a little distance. And as the lightning played upon the raging sea,
Nisida and Verrina caught hurried