92 THE SHIPWRECK,

ability to open the others, Philip came and lent him his
assistance. That assistance was too precious to be rejected.
He had even felt a kind of gratitude for the silence his
enemy observed, and was about to thank him for his ser-
vices, when, lifting his eyes, he noticed that revengeful
look of Philip, already alluded to. Absorbed in his sad
reflections, he had not penetrated into the motive of it: if
he had observed that the corpse he was interring belonged
to the boatswain, perhaps he would have understood Phi-
lip’s sentiment. But, ignorant of what had led to this
renewal of hostilities, he could not forbear from retaliation.

Count Charles had not strength to remove himself from
the boatswain’s grave, until that night’s sleep had re-
stored him to a slight degree of strength. In the morning
he returned to his cavern. His thirst was excessive, and
he could not quench it but by going either to the valley or
to the spring.

Although the distance to the valley was far shorter, yet
the remembrance of Philip caused him to decide on going
to the spring. Having drunk abundantly, he filled a
large shell with the water, apprehensive that he would not
be strong enough to repeat the journey; and he walked,
or rather crawled back towards his solitary abode.

The chills that had attacked him the preceding evening