just as they had been described by Greenleaf himself.
But she chilled their very blood at the time by whispering that, within two
or three weeks at furthest, there would be a death among their number.
Greenleaf made very light of the prediction at first, but grew serious,
and, after a few days, gloomy, and refused to go. At last, however, he
consented, and they had a very pleasant run to the edge of the Gulf Stream,
latitude 38 deg. and longitude 67 deg., when--but I must give this part of the
story in the very language of Watts himself, a man still living, and worthy
of entire confidence.

"We had been talking together pleasantly enough, and he seemed rather
_chippur_. Only the night before, he had given me all the marks and
bearings, and everything but the _distance_. He had never trusted anybody
else in the same way, he said, but had rather taken a liking to me, and he
kept back that one thing only that he might be safe, happen what must on
the voyage. Well, we had been talking pleasantly together--it was about
nine A.M., and the sea was running pretty high, and I had just turned to go
aft, when something made me look round again, and I saw the poor fellow
pitching head foremost over the side. He touched the water eight or ten
feet from the vessel, but came up handsomely and struck out. He was a
capital swimmer, and not at all frightened, so far as I could judge; for,
if you'll believe me, squire, he never opened his mouth, but swum head and
shoulders out of the water. At first, I thought he had jumped overboard;
but afterwards, I made up my mind that he was knocked over by the leach of
the foresail. I got hold of the gaff-topsail yard and run it under his
arms, and threw a rope over him, and sung out 'Hold on, Greenleaf! hold on,
and we'll save you yet.' But he took no notice of me, and steered right
away from the vessel. I then called to Captain Sawyer that we would lower
the boat, and asked him to jump in with me. There was a heavy sea on, and
we let go the boat, and she filled; she _riz_ once or twice, and then the
stem and stern were ripped out, and the body went adrift; and when I looked
again, there was nothing to be seen of poor Greenleaf. We ran for
Guadaloupe and sold our cargo, and then for St. Thuras's, and then for the
island where the money was buried. I offered to go ashore with Mellon, the
Dutchman, though Captain Sawyer tried to discourage me."

"Well, you went ashore?"

"I did."

"And satisfied y