d been his long-tried, valued
friend? his partner in all his dangers and privations, from the period
that they had met when the Dutch fleet attempted the passage round Cape
Horn.

After seven days of painful watching and brooding over bitter thoughts,
Philip arrived at Pulo Penang, where he found a vessel about to sail for
the city to which he was destined. He ran his peroqua alongside of her,
and found that she was a brig under the Portuguese flag, having,
however, but two Portuguese on board, the rest of the crew being
natives. Representing himself as am Englishman in the Portuguese
service, who had been wrecked, and offering to pay for his passage, he
was willingly received, and in a few days the vessel sailed.

Their voyage was prosperous; in six weeks they anchored in the roads of
Goa; the next day they went up the river. The Portuguese captain
informed Philip where he might obtain lodging; and passing him off as
one of his crew, there was no difficulty raised as to his landing.
Having located himself at his new lodging, Philip commenced some
inquiries of his host relative to Amine, designating her merely as a
young woman who had arrived there in a vessel some weeks before but he
could obtain no information concerning her. "Signor," said the host,
"to-morrow is the grand _auto-da-fe_; we can do nothing until that is
over; afterwards, I will put you in the way to find out what you wish.
In the mean time, you can walk about the town; to-morrow I will take you
to where you can behold the grand procession, and then we will try what
we can do to assist you in your search."

Philip went out, procured a suit of clothes, removed his beard, and then
walked about the town, looking up at every window to see if he could
perceive Amine. At a corner of one of the streets, he thought he
recognised Father Mathias, and ran up to him; but the monk had drawn his
cowl over his head, and when addressed by that name, made no reply.

"I was deceived," thought Philip; "but I really thought it was him."
And Philip was right; it was Father Mathias, who thus screened himself
from Philip's recognition.

Tired, at last he returned to his hotel, just before it was dark. The
company there were numerous; everybody for miles distant had come to Goa
to witness the _auto-da-fe_,--and everybody was discussing the ceremony.

"I will see this grand procession," said Philip to himself, as he threw
himself on his bed. "It will drive thought