ated, broken-down, wasted forms,
and yet see how they cling to money, which probably they will never have
occasion for, even if they gain the land. I am distracted!"

"You suffer, Philip, you suffer from privation, but I have been careful;
I thought that this would come; I have saved both water and biscuit--I
have here four bottles;--drink, Philip, and it will relieve you."

Philip drank; it did relieve him, for the excitement of the day had
pressed heavily on him.

"Thanks, Amine--thanks, dearest! I feel better now.--Good Heaven! are
they such fools as to value the dross of metal above one drop of water
in a time of suffering and privation such as this?"

The night closed in as before; the stars shone bright, but there was no
moon. Philip had risen at midnight to relieve Krantz from the steerage
of the raft. Usually the men had lain about in every part of the raft,
but this night the majority of them remained forward. Philip was
communing with his own bitter thoughts, when he heard a scuffle forward?
and the voice of Krantz crying out to him for help, he quitted the helm,
and seizing his cutlass ran forward, where he found Krantz down, and the
men securing him. He fought his way to him, but was himself seized and
disarmed. "Cut away--cut away," was called out by those who held him;
and, in a few seconds, Philip had the misery to behold the after part of
the raft, with Amine upon it, drifted apart from the one on which he
stood.

"For mercy's sake! my wife--my Amine--for Heaven's sake, save her!"
cried Philip, struggling in vain to disengage himself. Amine also, who
had run to the side of the raft held out her arms--it was in vain--they
were separated more than a cable's length. Philip made one more
desperate struggle, and then fell down deprived of sense and motion.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.

It was not until the day had dawned that Philip opened his eyes, and
discovered Krantz kneeling at his side; at first his thoughts were
scattered and confused; he felt that some dreadful calamity had happened
to him, but he could not recall to mind what it was. At last it rushed
upon him, and he buried his face in his hands.

"Take comfort," said Krantz; "we shall probably gain the shore to-day,
and we will go in search of her as soon as we can."

"This, then, is the separation and the cruel death to her which that
wretch Schriften prophesied to us," thought Philip; "cruel indeed to
waste away to a skeleton, un