" said Cain to the pirates, pointing to Francisco,
"Separate those two fools," continued he, looking towards Filippo and
the girl, who were sobbing in each other's arms.

"Never!" cried Filippo.

"Throw the girl to the sharks! Do you hear? Am I to be obeyed?" cried
Cain, raising his cutlass.

Filippo started up, disengaged himself from the girl, and, drawing his
knife, rushed towards the captain to plunge it in his bosom.

With the quickness of lightning the captain caught his uplifted hand,
and, breaking his wrist, hurled him to the deck.

"Indeed!" cried he, with a sneer.

"You shall not separate us," said Filippo, attempting to rise.

"I do not intend it, my good lad," replied Cain. "Lash them both
together and launch them overboard."

This order was obeyed: for the pirates not only quailed before the
captain's cool courage, but were indignant that his life had been
attempted. There was little occasion to tie the unhappy pair together;
they were locked so fast in each other's arms that it would have been
impossible almost to separate them. In this state they were carried to
the entering-port, and cast into the sea.

"Monster!" cried the bishop, as he heard the splash, "thou wilt have a
heavy reckoning for this."

"Now bring these forward," said Cain, with a savage voice.

The bishop and his niece were led to the gangway.

"What dost thou see, good bishop?" said Cain pointing to the discoloured
water, and the rapid motion of the fins of the sharks, eager in the
anticipation of a further supply.

"I see ravenous creatures after their kind," replied the bishop, "who
will, in all probability, soon tear asunder those poor limbs; but I see
no monster like thyself. Teresa, dearest, fear not; there is a God, an
avenging God; as well as a rewarding one."

But Teresa's eyes were closed--she could not look upon the scene.

"You have your choice; first torture, and then your body to those sharks
for your own portion: and as for the girl, this moment I hand her over
to my crew."

"Never!" shrieked Teresa, springing from the deck and plunging into the
wave.

There was a splash of contention, the lashing of tails, until the water
was in a foam, and then the dark colour gradually cleared away, and
nought was to be seen, but the pure blue wave and the still unsatisfied
monsters of the deep.

"The screws--the screws! quick! we'll have the secret from him," cried
the pirate-captain, turning to his crew, who