been passed
through the body of a tall powerful man, who had remained uninjured in
the front of the opposing party since the commencement of the action,
when his fall discovered to Newton's view the captain of the vessel,
whose voice had been so often heard, but who had hitherto been concealed
from his sight by the athletic form which had just fallen by his hand.
What was his astonishment and his indignation when he found himself
confronted by one whom he had long imagined to have been summoned to
answer for his crimes--his former inveterate enemy, Jackson!

Jackson appeared to be no less astonished at the recognition of Newton,
whom he had supposed to have perished on the sand-bank. Both
mechanically called each other by name, and both sprung forward. The
blow of Newton's sword was warded off by the miscreant; but at the same
moment that of Monsieur de Fontanges was passed through his body to the
hilt. Newton had just time to witness the fall of Jackson, when a
tomahawk descended on his head; his senses failed him, and he laid among
the dead upon the deck.

There was a shriek, a piercing shriek heard when Newton fell. It passed
the lips of one who had watched, with an anxiety too intense to be
portrayed, the issue of the conflict;--it was from Isabel, who had
quitted the cabin at the crash occasioned by the collision of the two
vessels, and had remained upon the poop "spectatress of the fight."
Where were no fire arms used; no time for preparation had been allowed.
There had been no smoke to conceal--all had been fairly presented to her
aching sight. Yes! there she had remained, her eye fixed upon Newton
Forster, as, at the head of his men, he slowly gained the deck of the
contested vessel. Not one word did she utter; but, with her lips wide
apart from intensity of feeling, she watched his progress through the
strife, her eye fixed--immoveably fixed upon the spot where his form was
to be seen; hope buoyant, as she saw his arm raised and his victims
fall--heart sinking, as the pirate sword aimed at a life so dear. There
she stood like a statue--as white as beautiful--as motionless as if
indeed she had been chiselled from the Parian marble; and, had it not
been from her bosom heaving with the agony of tumultuous feeling, you
might have imagined that all was as cold within. Newton fell--all her
hopes were wrecked--she uttered one wild shriek, and felt no more.

After the fall of Jackson the pirates were disheart