；　and；　almost　blotting　out　the　daylight；　roll　majestically　through　the　arch。　It　was　high　time　for　Burgess　to　take　his　departure　if　he　did　not　wish　his　whale…boat　to　be　cracked　like　a　nut　against　the　roof　of　the　tunnel。　Alive　to　his　danger；　the　Commandant　abandoned　the　search　after　his　late　prisoner's　corpse；　and　he　hastened　to　gain　the　open　sea。　The　boat；　carried　backwards　and　upwards　on　the　bosom　of　a　monstrous　wave；　narrowly　escaped　destruction；　and　John　Rex；　climbing　to　the　gallery；　saw　with　much　satisfaction　the　broad　back　of　his　out…witted　gaoler　disappear　round　the　sheltering　promontory。　　The　last　efforts　of　his　pursuers　had　failed；　and　in　another　hour　the　only　accessible　entrance　to　the　convict's　retreat　was　hidden　under　three　feet　of　furious　seawater。
  His　gaolers　were　convinced　of　his　death；　and　would　search　for　him　no　more。　So　far；　so　good。　　Now　for　the　last　desperate　venturethe　escape　from　the　wonderful　cavern　which　was　at　once　his　shelter　and　his　prison。　Piling　his　wood　together；　and　succeeding　after　many　efforts；　by　the　aid　of　a　flint　and　the　ring　which　yet　clung　to　his　ankle；　in　lighting　a　fire；　and　warming　his　chilled　limbs　in　its　cheering　blaze；　he　set　himself　to　meditate　upon　his　course　of　action。　　He　was　safe　for　the　present；　and　the　supply　of　food　that　the　rock　afforded　was　amply　sufficient　to　sustain　life　in　him　for　many　days；　but　it　was　impossible　that　he　could　remain　for　many　days　concealed。　He　had　no　fresh　water；　and　though；　by　reason　of　the　soaking　he　had　received；　he　had　hitherto　felt　little　inconvenience　from　this　cause；　the　salt　and　acrid　mussels　speedily　induced　a　raging　thirst；　which　he　could　not　alleviate。　　It　was　imperative　that　within　forty…eight　hours　at　farthest　he　should　be　on　his　way　to　the　peninsula。　　He　remembered　the　little　stream　into　whichin　his　flight　of　the　previous　night　he　had　so　nearly　fallen；　and　hoped　to　be　able；　under　cover　of　the　darkness；　to　steal　round　the　reef　and　reach　it　unobserved。　　His　desperate　scheme　was　then　to　commence。　　He　had　to　run　the　gauntlet　of　the　dogs　and　guards；　gain　the　peninsula；　and　await　the　rescuing　vessel。　　He　confessed　to　himself　that　the　chances　were　terribly　against　him。　　If　Gabbett　and　the　others　had　been　recapturedas　he　devoutly　trustedthe　coast　would　be　comparatively　clear；　but　if　they　had　escaped；　he　knew　Burgess　too　well　to　think　that　he　would　give　up　the　chase　while　hope　of　re…taking　the　absconders　remained　to　him。　　If　indeed　all　fell　out　as　he　had　wished；　he　had　still　to　sustain　life　until　Blunt　found　himif　haply　Blunt　had　not　returned；　wearied　with　useless　and　dangerous　waiting。
  As　night　came　on；　and　the　firelight　showed　strange　shadows　waving　from　the　corners　of　the　enormous　vault；　while　the　dismal　abysses　beneath　him　murmured　and　muttered　with　uncouth　and　ghastly　utterance；　there　fell　upon　the　lonely　man　the　terror　of　Solitude。　　Was　this　marvellous　hiding…place　that　he　had　discovered　to　be　his　sepulchre？　　Was　hea　monster　amongst　his　fellow…mento　die　some　monstrous　death；　entombed　in　this　mysterious　and　terrible　cavern　of　the　sea？　　He　had　tried　to　drive　away　these　gloomy　thoughts　by　sketching　out　for　himself　a　plan　of　action　but　in　vain。　　In　vain　he　strove　to　picture　in　its　completeness　that　as　yet　vaguedesign　by　which　he　promised　himself　to　wrest　from　the　vanished　son　of　the　wealthy　ship…builder　his　name　and　heritage。　His　mind；　filled　with　forebodings　of　shadowy　horror；　could　not　give　the　subject　the　calm　consideration　which　it　needed。　　In　the　midst　of　his　schemes　for　the　baffling　of　the　jealous　love　of　the　woman　who　was　to　save　him；　and　the　getting　to　England；　in　shipwrecked　and　foreign　guise；　as　the　long…lost　heir　to　the　fortune　of　Sir　Richard　Devine；　there　arose　ghastly　and　awesome　shapes　of　death　and　horror；　with　whose　terrible　unsubstantiality　he　must　grapple　in　the　lonely　recesses　of　that　dismal　cavern。　　He　heaped　fresh　wood　upon　his　fire；　that　the　bright　light　might　drive　out　the　gruesome　things　that　lurked　above；　below；　and　around　him。　　He　became　afraid　to　look　behind　him；　lest　some　shapeless　mass　of　mid…sea　birthsome　voracious　polype；　with　far…reaching　arms　and　jellied　mouth　ever　open　to　devourmight　slide　up　over　the　edge　of　the　dripping　caves　below；　and　fasten　upon　him　in　the　darkness。　His　imaginationalways　sufficiently　vivid；　and　spurred　to　an　unnatural　effect　by　the　exciting　scenes　of　the　previous　nightpainted　each　patch　of　shadow；　clinging　bat…like　to　the　humid　wall；　as　some　globular　sea…spider　ready　to　drop　upon　him　with　its　viscid　and　clay…cold　body；　and　drain　out　his　chilled　blood；　enfolding　him　in　rough　and　hairy　arms。　　Each　splash　in　the　water　beneath　him；　each　sigh　of　the　multitudinous　and　melancholy　sea；　seemed　to　prelude　the　laborious　advent　of　some　mis…shapen　and　ungainly　abortion　of　the　ooze。　　All　the　sensations　induced　by　lapping　water　and　regurgitating　waves　took　material　shape　and　surrounded　him。　All　creatures　that　could　be　engendered　by　slime　and　salt　crept　forth　into　the　firelight　to　stare　at　him。　　Red　dabs　and　splashes　that　were　living　beings；　having　a　strange　phosphoric　light　of　their　own；　glowed　upon　the　floor。　　The　livid　encrustations　of　a　hundred　years　of　humidity　slipped　from　off　the　walls　and　painfully　heaved　their　mushroom　surfaces　to　the　blaze。　　The　red　glow　of　the　unwonted　fire；　crimsoning　the　wet　sides　of　the　cavern；　seemed　to　attract　countless　blisterous　and　transparent　shapelessnesses；　which　elongated　themselves　towards　him。　　Bloodless　and　bladdery　things　ran　hither　and　thither　noiselessly。　Strange　carapaces　crawled　from　out　of　the　rocks。　　All　the　horrible　unseen　life　of　the　ocean　seemed　to　be　rising　up　and　surrounding　him。　He　retreated　to　the　brink　of　the　gulf；　and　the　glare　of　the　upheld　brand　fell　upon　a　rounded　hummock；　whose　coronal　of　silky　weed　out…floating　in　the　water　looked　like　the　head　of　a　drowned　man。　　He　rushed　to　the　entrance　of　the　gallery；　and　his　shadow；　thrown　into　the　opening；　took　the　shape　of　an　avenging　phantom；　with　arms　upraised　to　warn　him　back。　　The　naturalist；　the　explorer；　or　the　shipwrecked　seaman　would　have　found　nothing　frightful　in　this　exhibition　of　the　harmless　life　of　the　Australian　ocean。　But　the　convict's　guilty　conscience；　long　suppressed　and　derided；　asserted　itself　in　this　hour　when　it　was　alone　with　Nature　and　Night。　The　bitter　intellectual　power　which　had　so　long　supported　him　succumbed　beneath　imaginationthe　unconscious　religion　of　the　soul。　　If　ever　he　was　nigh　repentance　it　was　then。　　Phantoms　of　his　past　crimes　gibbered　at　him；　and　covering　his　eyes　with　his　hands；　he　fell　shuddering　upon　his　knees。　　The　brand；　loosening　from　his　grasp；　dropped　into　the　gulf；　and　was　extinguished　with　a　hissing　noise。　　As　if　the　sound　had　called　up　some　spirit　that　lurked　below；　a　whisper　ran　through　the　cavern。
  〃John　Rex！〃　The　hair　on　the　convict's　flesh　stood　up；　and　he　cowered　to　the　earth。
  〃John　Rex？〃
  It　was　a　human　voice！　　Whether　of　friend　or　enemy　he　did　not　pause　to　think。　His　terror　over…mastered　all　other　considerations。
  〃Here！　　here！〃　he　cried；　and　sprang　to　the　opening　of　the　vault。
  Arrived　at　the　foot　of　the　cliff；　Blunt　and　Staples　found　themselves　in　almost　complete　darkness；　for　the　light　of　the　mysterious　fire；　which　had　hitherto　guided　them；　had　necessarily　disappeared。　Calm　as　was　the　night；　and　still　as　was　the　ocean；　the　sea　yet　ran　with　silent　but　dangerous　strength　through　the　channel　which　led　to　the　Blow…hole；　and　Blunt；　instinctively　feeling　the　boat　drawn　towards　some　unknown　peril；　held　off　the　shelf　of　rocks　out　of　reach　of　the　current。　A　sudden　flash　of　fire；　as　from　a　flourished　brand；　burst　out　above　them；　and　floating　downwards　through　the　darkness；　in　erratic　circles；　came　an　atom　of　burning　wood。　　Surely　no　one　but　a　hunted　man　would　lurk　in　such　a　savage　retreat。
  Blunt；　in　desperate　anxiety；　determined　to　risk　all　upon　one　venture。　〃John　Rex！〃　he　shouted　up　through　his　rounded　hands。　　The　light　flashed　again　at　the　eye…hole　of　the　mountain；　and　on　the　point　above　them　appeared　a　wild　figure；　holding　in　its　hands　a　burning　log；　whose　fierce　glow　illumined　a　face　so　contorted　by　deadly　fear　and　agony　of　expectation　that　it　was　scarce　human。
  〃Here！　　here！〃
  〃The　poor　devil　seems　half…crazy；〃　said　Will　Staples；　under　his　breath；　and　then　aloud；　〃We're　FRIENDS！〃　A　few　moments　sufficed　to　explain　matters。　The　terrors　which　had　oppressed　John　Rex　disappeared　in　human　presence；　and　the　villain's　coolness　returned。　　Kneeling　on　the　rock　platform；　he　held　parley。
  〃It　is　impossible　for　me　to　come　down　now；〃　he　said。　　〃The　tide　covers　the　only　way　out　of　the　cavern。〃
  〃Can't　you　dive　through　it？〃　said　Will　Staples。
  〃No；　nor　you　neither；〃　said　Rex；　shuddering　at　the　thought　of　trusting　himself　to　that　horrible　whirlpool。
  〃What's　to　be　done？　You　can't　come　down　that　wall。〃　〃Wait　until　morning；〃　returned　Rex　coolly。　　〃It　will　be　dead　low　tide　at　seven　o'clock。　You　must　send　a　boat　at　six；　or　there…abouts。　　It　will　be　low　enough　for　me　to　get　out；　I　dare　say；　by　that　time。〃
  〃But　the　Guard？〃
  〃　Won't　come　here；　my　man。　　They've　got　their　work　to　do　in　watching　the　Neck　and　exploring　after　my　mates。　　They　won't　come　here。　　Besides；　I'm　dead。〃
  〃Dead！〃
  〃Thought　to　be　so；　which　is　as　wellbetter　for　me；　perhaps。　If