idly　as　before。　　The　eyes　of　the　terrified　Frere；　travelling　back　to　the　wounded　man；　saw；　midway　between　this　sparkling　water　and　the　knife　that　lay　on　the　sand；　an　object　that　went　far　to　explain　the　maniac's　sudden　burst　of　fury。　　The　rum　cask　lay　upon　its　side　by　the　remnants　of　last　night's　fire；　and　close　to　it　was　a　clout；　with　which　the　head　of　the　wounded　man　had　been　bound。　　It　was　evident　that　the　poor　creature；　wandering　in　his　delirium；　had　come　across　the　rum　cask；　drunk　a　quantity　of　its　contents；　and　been　maddened　by　the　fiery　spirit。
  Frere　hurried　to　the　side　of　Bates；　and　lifting　him　up；　strove　to　staunch　the　blood　that　flowed　from　his　chest。　　It　would　seem　that　he　had　been　resting　himself　on　his　left　elbow；　and　that　Grimes；　snatching　the　knife　from　his　right　hand；　had　stabbed　him　twice　in　the　right　breast。　He　was　pale　and　senseless；　and　Frere　feared　that　the　wound　was　mortal。　Tearing　off　his　neck…handkerchief；　he　endeavoured　to　bandage　the　wound；　but　found　that　the　strip　of　silk　was　insufficient　for　the　purpose。　The　noise　had　roused　Mrs。　Vickers；　who；　stifling　her　terror；　made　haste　to　tear　off　a　portion　of　her　dress；　and　with　this　a　bandage　of　sufficient　width　was　made。　　Frere　went　to　the　cask　to　see　if；　haply；　he　could　obtain　from　it　a　little　spirit　with　which　to　moisten　the　lips　of　the　dying　man；　but　it　was　empty。　　Grimes；　after　drinking　his　fill；　had　overturned　the　unheaded　puncheon；　and　the　greedy　sand　had　absorbed　every　drop　of　liquor。　　Sylvia　brought　some　water　from　the　spring；　and　Mrs。　Vickers　bathing　Bates's　head　with　this；　he　revived　a　little。　By…and…by　Mrs。　Vickers　milked　the　goatshe　had　never　done　such　a　thing　before　in　all　her　lifeand　the　milk　being　given　to　Bates　in　a　pannikin；　he　drank　it　eagerly；　but　vomited　it　almost　instantly。　It　was　evident　that　he　was　sinking　from　some　internal　injury。
  None　of　the　party　had　much　appetite　for　breakfast；　but　Frere；　whose　sensibilities　were　less　acute　than　those　of　the　others；　ate　a　piece　of　salt　meat　and　damper。　　It　struck　him；　with　a　curious　feeling　of　pleasant　selfishness；　that　now　Grimes　had　gone；　the　allowance　of　provisions　would　be　increased；　and　that　if　Bates　went　also；　it　would　be　increased　still　further。　　He　did　not　give　utterance　to　his　thoughts；　however；　but　sat　with　the　wounded　man's　head　on　his　knees；　and　brushed　the　settling　flies　from　his　face。　　He　hoped；　after　all；　that　the　pilot　would　not　die；　for　he　should　then　be　left　alone　to　look　after　the　women。　　Perhaps　some　such　thought　was　agitating　Mrs。　Vickers　also。　　As　for　Sylvia；　she　made　no　secret　of　her　anxiety。
  〃Don't　die；　Mr。　Batesoh；　don't　die！〃　she　said；　standing　piteously　near；　but　afraid　to　touch　him。　　〃Don't　leave　mamma　and　me　alone　in　this　dreadful　place！〃
  Poor　Bates；　of　course；　said　nothing；　but　Frere　frowned　heavily；　and　Mrs。　Vickers　said　reprovingly；　〃Sylvia！〃　just　as　if　they　had　been　in　the　old　house　on　distant　Sarah　Island。
  In　the　afternoon　Frere　went　away　to　drag　together　some　wood　for　the　fire；　and　when　he　returned　he　found　the　pilot　near　his　end。　　Mrs。　Vickers　said　that　for　an　hour　he　had　lain　without　motion；　and　almost　without　breath。　The　major's　wife　had　seen　more　than　one　death…bed；　and　was　calm　enough；　but　poor　little　Sylvia；　sitting　on　a　stone　hard　by；　shook　with　terror。　She　had　a　dim　notion　that　death　must　be　accompanied　by　violence。　As　the　sun　sank；　Bates　rallied；　but　the　two　watchers　knew　that　it　was　but　the　final　flicker　of　the　expiring　candle。　　〃He's　going！〃　said　Frere　at　length；　under　his　breath；　as　though　fearful　of　awaking　his　half…slumbering　soul。　　Mrs。　Vickers；　her　eyes　streaming　with　silent　tears；　lifted　the　honest　head；　and　moistened　the　parched　lips　with　her　soaked　handkerchief。　　A　tremor　shook　the　once　stalwart　limbs；　and　the　dying　man　opened　his　eyes。　　For　an　instant　he　seemed　bewildered；　and　then；　looking　from　one　to　the　other；　intelligence　returned　to　his　glance；　and　it　was　evident　that　he　remembered　all。　　His　gaze　rested　upon　the　pale　face　of　the　affrighted　Sylvia；　and　then　turned　to　Frere。　　There　could　be　no　mistaking　the　mute　appeal　of　those　eloquent　eyes。
  〃Yes；　I'll　take　care　of　her；〃　said　Frere。
  Bates　smiled；　and　then；　observing　that　the　blood　from　his　wound　had　stained　the　white　shawl　of　Mrs。　Vickers；　he　made　an　effort　to　move　his　head。　It　was　not　fitting　that　a　lady's　shawl　should　be　stained　with　the　blood　of　a　poor　fellow　like　himself。　　The　fashionable　fribble；　with　quick　instinct；　understood　the　gesture；　and　gently　drew　the　head　back　upon　her　bosom。　In　the　presence　of　death　the　woman　was　womanly。　　For　a　moment　all　was　silent；　and　they　thought　he　had　gone；　but　all　at　once　he　opened　his　eyes　and　looked　round　for　the　sea
  〃Turn　my　face　to　it　once　more；〃　he　whispered；　and　as　they　raised　him；　he　inclined　his　ear　to　listen。　　〃It's　calm　enough　here；　God　bless　it；〃　he　said；　〃but　I　can　hear　the　waves　a…breaking　hard　upon　the　Bar！〃
  And　so　his　head　dropped；　and　he　died。
  As　Frere　relieved　Mrs。　Vickers　from　the　weight　of　the　corpse；　Sylvia　ran　to　her　mother。　　〃Oh；　mamma；　mamma；〃　she　cried；　〃why　did　God　let　him　die　when　we　wanted　him　so　much？〃
  Before　it　grew　dark；　Frere　made　shift　to　carry　the　body　to　the　shelter　of　some　rocks　at　a　little　distance；　and　spreading　the　jacket　over　the　face；　he　piled　stones　upon　it　to　keep　it　steady。　　The　march　of　events　had　been　so　rapid　that　he　scarcely　realized　that　since　the　previous　evening　two　of　the　five　human　creatures　left　in　this　wilderness　had　escaped　from　it。　As　he　did　realize　it；　he　began　to　wonder　whose　turn　it　would　be　next。
  Mrs。　Vickers；　worn　out　by　the　fatigue　and　excitement　of　the　day；　retired　to　rest　early；　and　Sylvia；　refusing　to　speak　to　Frere；　followed　her　mother。　　This　manifestation　of　unaccountable　dislike　on　the　part　of　the　child　hurt　Maurice　more　than　he　cared　to　own。　He　felt　angry　with　her　for　not　loving　him；　and　yet　he　took　no　pains　to　conciliate　her。　　It　was　with　a　curious　pleasure　that　he　remembered　how　she　must　soon　look　up　to　him　as　her　chief　protector。　　Had　Sylvia　been　just　a　few　years　older；　the　young　man　would　have　thought　himself　in　love　with　her。
  The　following　day　passed　gloomily。　　It　was　hot　and　sultry；　and　a　dull　haze　hung　over　the　mountains。　　Frere　spent　the　morning　in　scooping　a　grave　in　the　sand；　in　which　to　inter　poor　Bates。　　Practically　awake　to　his　own　necessities；　he　removed　such　portions　of　clothing　from　the　body　as　would　be　useful　to　him；　but　hid　them　under　a　stone；　not　liking　to　let　Mrs。　Vickers　see　what　he　had　done。　　Having　completed　the　grave　by　midday；　he　placed　the　corpse　therein；　and　rolled　as　many　stones　as　possible　to　the　sides　of　the　mound。　　In　the　afternoon　he　cast　the　fishing　line　from　the　point　of　a　rock　he　had　marked　the　day　before；　but　caught　nothing。　Passing　by　the　grave；　on　his　return；　he　noticed　that　Mrs。　Vickers　had　placed　at　the　head　of　it　a　rude　cross；　formed　by　tying　two　pieces　of　stick　together。
  After　supperthe　usual　salt　meat　and　damperhe　lit　an　economical　pipe；　and　tried　to　talk　to　Sylvia。　　〃Why　won't　you　be　friends　with　me；　missy？〃　he　asked。
  〃I　don't　like　you；〃　said　Sylvia。　　〃You　frighten　me。〃
  〃Why？〃
  〃You　are　not　kind。　　I　don't　mean　that　you　do　cruel　things；　but　you　areoh；　I　wish　papa　was　here！〃　〃Wishing　won't　bring　him！〃　says　Frere；　pressing　his　hoarded　tobacco　together　with　prudent　forefinger。
  〃There！　　That's　what　I　mean！　　Is　that　kind？　　'Wishing　won't　bring　him！'　Oh；　if　it　only　would！〃
  〃I　didn't　mean　it　unkindly；〃　says　Frere。　　〃What　a　strange　child　you　are。〃
  〃There　are　persons；〃　says　Sylvia；　〃who　have　no　Affinity　for　each　other。　I　read　about　it　in　a　book　papa　had；　and　I　suppose　that's　what　it　is。　I　have　no　Affinity　for　you。　　I　can't　help　it；　can　I？〃
  〃Rubbish！〃　Frere　returned。　　〃Come　here；　and　I'll　tell　you　a　story。〃
  Mrs。　Vickers　had　gone　back　to　her　cave；　and　the　two　were　alone　by　the　fire；　near　which　stood　the　kettle　and　the　newly…made　damper。　　The　child；　with　some　show　of　hesitation；　came　to　him；　and　he　caught　and　placed　her　on　his　knee。　　The　moon　had　not　yet　risen；　and　the　shadows　cast　by　the　flickering　fire　seemed　weird　and　monstrous。　　The　wicked　wish　to　frighten　this　helpless　creature　came　to　Maurice　Frere。
  〃There　was　once；〃　said　he；　〃a　Castle　in　an　old　wood；　and　in　this　Castle　there　lived　an　Ogre；　with　great　goggle　eyes。〃
  〃You　silly　man！〃　said　Sylvia；　struggling　to　be　free。　　〃You　are　trying　to　frighten　me！〃
  〃And　this　Ogre　lived　on　the　bones　of　little　girls。　　One　day　a　little　girl　was　travelling　the　wood；　and　she　heard　the　Ogre　coming。　　'Haw！　　haw！　　Haw！　　haw！'〃
  〃Mr。　Frere；　let　me　down！〃
  〃She　was　terribly　frightened；　and　she　ran；　and　ran；　and　ran；　until　all　of　a　sudden　she　saw〃
  A　piercing　scream　burst　from　his　companion。　　〃Oh！　　oh！　　What's　that？〃　she　cried；　and　clung　to　her　persecutor。
  Beyond　the　fire　stood　the　figure　of　a　man。　　He　staggered　forward；　and　then；　falling　on　his　knees；　stretched　out　his　hands；　and　hoarsely　articulated　one　word〃Food。〃　It　was　Rufus　Dawes。
  The　sound　of　a　human　voice　broke　the　spell　of　terror　that　was　on　the　child；　and　as　the　glow　from　the　fire　fell　upon　the　tattered　yellow　garments；　she　guessed　at　once　the　whole　story。　　Not　so　Maurice　Frere。　He　saw　before　him　a　new　danger；　a　new　mouth　to　share　the　scanty　provision；　and　snatching　a　brand　from　the　fire