l movement. Half dreaming still, he thought that Schriften, the
pilot, had in his sleep been attempting to gain his relic, had passed
the chain over his head, and was removing quietly from underneath his
neck the portion of the chain which, in his reclining posture, he lay
upon. Startled at the idea, he threw up his hand to seize the arm of
the wretch, and found that he had really seized hold of Schriften, who
was kneeling by him, and in possession of the chain and relic. The
struggle was short, the relic was recovered, and the pilot lay at the
mercy of Philip, who held him down with his knee on his chest. Philip
replaced the relic on his bosom, and, excited to madness, rose from the
body of the now breathless Schriften, caught it in his arms, and hurled
it into the sea.

"Man or devil! I care not which," exclaimed Philip, breathless; "escape
now, if you can!"

The struggle had already roused up Krantz and others, but not in time to
prevent Philip from wreaking his vengeance upon Schriften. In few
words, he told Krantz what had passed; as for the men, they cared not;
they laid their heads down again, and, satisfied that their money was
safe, inquired no further.

Philip watched to see if Schriften would rise up again, and try to
regain the raft; but he did not make his appearance above water, and
Philip felt satisfied.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.

What pen could portray the feelings of the fond and doting Amine, when
she first discovered that she was separated from her husband? In a
state of bewilderment, she watched the other raft as the distance
between them increased. At last the shades of night hid it from her
aching eyes, and she dropped down in mute despair.

Gradually she recovered herself, and turning round, she exclaimed,
"Who's here?"

No answer.

"Who's here!" cried she in a louder voice; "alone--alone--and Philip
gone. Mother, mother, look down upon your unhappy child!" and Amine
frantically threw herself down so near to the edge of the raft, that her
long hair, which had fallen down, floated on the wave.

"Ah me! where am I?" cried Amine, after remaining in a state of torpor
for some hours. The sun glared fiercely upon her, and dazzled her eyes
as she opened them--she cast them on the blue wave close by her, and
beheld a large shark motionless by the side of the raft, waiting for his
prey. Recoiling from the edge, she started up. She turned round and
beheld the raft vacant, and the tru