88 THE SHIPWRECK,

should be driven from my present dwelling, as I was
dragged from my father’s, But here I shall assert my
rights; and he who shall be rash enough to violate them
shall live long enough to repent it.”

At the conclusion of this menace young Merville re-
sumed his task, and soon filled with sand the grave of the
unfortunate boatswain.

Charles spoke not another word. Faint and exhausted,
he sat down on the elevated sand. The sight of these
bodies had reminded him of the probable fate of his be-
loved uncle, and a ficod of scalding tears rolled from his
eyes.

The tears of his enemy, the sorrow and despair impressed
on his visage, made their way to Philip’s heart. The
remorse he had himself experienced only the preceding
night was now remembered ; and he thought that if he
himself could now so abuse his mere physical superiority,
it was not to be wondered at that Count Charles, on board
a man-of-war, and clothed with official authority, should
also have played the tyrant. :

He paused, and fixed his eyes again upon his enemy.
The silvery moonbeams illuminated his visage. His
squalid, pale and haggard appearance, the deep grief and
despair he read in his eyes, so wrought upon his better
feelings, that Philip was on the point of soliciting his par-