ll the sick had already perished, but also many others who had
either fallen over the rocks, when they were intoxicated, or had been
found dead in the morning from their exposure during the night.

"Then the poor commodore's prophecy has been fulfilled!" observed Philip
to Krantz. "Many others, and even the admiral himself, have perished
with him--peace be with them! And now let us get away from this
horrible place as soon as possible."

Philip then gave orders to the officer to collect his men, and the
provisions that remained, for immediate embarkation. Krantz followed
soon after with all the boats, and before night everything was on board.
The bodies of the admiral and commodore were buried where they lay, and
the next morning the Dort was under weigh, and with a slanting wind was
laying a fair course through the Straits.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

It appeared as if their misfortunes were to cease, after the tragical
death of the two commanders. In a few days, the Dort had passed through
the Straits of Magellan, and was sailing in the Pacific Ocean with a
blue sky and quiet sea. The ship's company recovered their health and
spirits, and the vessel being now well manned, the duty was carried on
with cheerfulness.

In about a fortnight, they had gained well up on the Spanish coast, but
although they had seen many of the inhabitants on the beach, they had
not fallen in with any vessels belonging to the Spaniards. Aware that
if he met with a Spanish ship of superior force it would attack him,
Philip had made every preparation, and had trained his men to the guns.
He had now, with the joint crews of the vessels, a well-manned ship, and
the anticipation of prize-money had made his men very eager to fall in
with some Spaniard, which they knew that Philip would capture if he
could. Light winds and calms detained them for a month on the coast,
when Philip determined upon running for the Isle St. Marie, where,
though he knew it was in possession of the Spaniards, he yet hoped to be
able to procure refreshments for the ship's Company, either by fair
means or by force. The Dort was, by their reckoning, about thirty miles
from the island, and having run in until after dark, they had hove to
till the next morning. Krantz was on deck; he leant over the side, and
as the sails flapped to the masts, he attempted to define the line of
the horizon. It was very dark, but as he watched, he thought that he
perceived a light for