loating eyes. Every
time that a fresh cocoa-nut was seized and its contents quaffed by their
officers, more sharp and agonising was their own devouring thirst--still
closer did their dry lips glue themselves together--yet they moved not,
although they felt the tortures of the condemned.

Evening closed in; Philip had thrown himself down on the spare sails,
and had fallen asleep, when Krantz set off to explore the island upon
which they had been thrown. It was small, not exceeding three miles in
length, and at no one part more than five hundred yards across. Water
there was none, unless it were to be obtained by digging; fortunately,
the young cocoa-nuts prevented the absolute necessity for it. On his
return, Krantz passed the men in their respective stations. Each was
awake, and raised himself on his elbow to ascertain if it were an
assailant; but, perceiving Krantz, they again dropped down. Krantz
passed the raft--the water was now quite smooth, for the wind had
shifted off shore, and the spars which composed the raft hardly jostled
each other. He stepped upon it, and, as the moon was bright in the
heavens he took the precaution of collecting all the arms which had been
left, and throwing them as far as he could into the sea. He then walked
to the tent, where he found Philip still sleeping soundly, and in a few
minutes he was reposing by his side. And Philip's dreams were of Amine;
he thought that he saw the hated Schriften rise again from the waters,
and, climbing up to the raft, seat himself by her side. He thought that
he again heard his unearthly chuckle and his scornful laugh, as his
unwelcome words fell upon her distracted ears. He thought that she fled
into the sea to avoid Schriften, and that the waters appeared to reject
her--she floated on the surface. The storm rose, and once more he
beheld her in the sea-shell skimming over the waves. Again, she was in
a furious surf on the beach, and her shell sank, and she was buried in
the waves: and then he saw her walking on shore without fear and without
harm, for the water which spared no one, appeared to spare her. Philip
tried to join her, but was prevented by some unknown power, and Amine
waved her hand and said, "We shall meet again, Philip; yes, once more on
this earth shall we meet again."

The sun was high in the heavens and scorching in his heat, when Krantz
first opened his eyes, and awakened Philip. The axe again procured for
them their morn