breast; my
heart beat rapidly, and a cold sweat of agony broke out all over me.
Curtis and the boatswain stood by the mast attentively scanning the
horizon. The boatswain's countenance was terrible to look upon;
one could see that although he would not forestall the hour, he was
determined not to wait a moment after it arrived. As for the captain, it
was impossible to tell what really passed within his mind; his face was
livid, and his whole existence seemed concentrated in the exercise of
his power of vision. The sailors were crawling about the platform, with
their eyes gleaming, like wild beasts ready to pounce upon their devoted
prey.

I could no longer keep my place, and glided along to the front of the
raft. The boatswain was still standing intent on his watch, but all of a
sudden, in a voice that made me start he shouted,--

"Now then, time's up!" and followed by Dowlas, Burke, Flaypole, and
Sandon, ran to the back of the raft. As Dowlas seized the hatchet
convulsively, Miss Herbey could not suppress a cry of terror. Andre
started to his feet.

"What are you going to do to my father?" he asked in accents choked with
emotion.

"My boy," said M. Letourneur, "the lot has fallen upon me, and I must
die!"

"Never!" shrieked Andre, throwing his arms about his father, "They shall
kill me first. It was I who threw Hobart's body into the sea, and it is
I who ought to die!"

But the words of the unhappy youth had no other effect than to increase
the fury of the men who were so staunchly bent upon their bloody
purpose.

"Come, come, no more fuss," said Dowlas, as he tore the young man away
from his father's embrace.

Andre fell upon his back, in which position two of the sailors held him
down so tightly that he could not move, whilst Burke and Sandon carried
off their victim to the front.

All this had taken place much more rapidly than I have been able to
describe it. I was transfixed with horror, and much as I wished to throw
myself between M. Letourneur and his executioners, I seemed to be rooted
to the spot where I was standing.

Meantime the sailors had been taking off some of M. Letourneur's
clothes, and his neck and shoulders were already bare.

"Stop a moment!" he said in a tone in which was the ring of indomitable
courage. "Stop! I don't want to deprive you of your ration; but I
suppose you will not require to eat the whole of me today."

The sailors, taken aback by his suggestion, stared at him wi