d under the canvas.
In a few minutes the work of carnage was complete. Schriften meanwhile
looked on, and ever and anon gave vent to his chuckling laugh--his
demoniacal "he! he!"

The strife was over, and Philip stood against the mast to recover his
breath. "So far art thou revenged, my Amine," thought he; "but, oh!
what are these paltry lives compared to thine?" And now that his
revenge was satiated, and he could do no more, be covered his face up in
his hands, and wept bitterly, while those who had assisted him were
already collecting the money of the slain for distribution. These men,
when they found that three only of their side had fallen lamented that
there had not been more, as their own shares of the dollars would have
been increased.

There were now but thirteen men besides Philip, Krantz, and Schriften,
left upon the raft. As the day dawned, the breeze again sprung up, and
they shared out the portions of water, which would have been the
allowance of their companions who had fallen. Hunger they felt not; but
the water revived their spirits.

Although Philip had had little to say to Schriften since the separation
from Amine, it was very evident to him and to Krantz that all the
pilot's former bitter feelings had returned. His chuckle, his sarcasms,
his "He! he!" were incessant; and his eye was now as maliciously
directed to Philip as it was when they first met. It was evident that
Amine alone had for the time conquered his disposition; and that with
her disappearance had vanished all the good will of Schriften towards
her husband. For this Philip cared little; he had a much more serious
weight on his heart--the loss of his dear Amine; and he felt reckless
and indifferent concerning anything else.

The breeze now freshened, and they expected that in two hours, they
would run on the beach, but they were disappointed; the step of the mast
gave way from the force of the wind, and the sail fell upon the raft.
This occasioned great delay; and before they could repair the mischief,
the wind again subsided, and they were left about a mile from the beach.
Tired and worn out with his feelings, Philip at last fell asleep by the
side of Krantz, leaving Schriften at the helm. He slept soundly--he
dreamt of Amine--he thought she was under a grove of cocoa-nuts, in a
sweet sleep; that he stood by and watched her, and that she smiled in
her sleep and murmured "Philip," when suddenly he was awakened by some
unusua