companion calling to me to come back. I obeyed him, and found him
standing where I had left him.

"You called me, master?"

"Yes, I did; take my hand, and lead me to the cabin."

I obeyed him, wondering why he asked me so to do. He gained his bed-place,
and threw himself down on it.

"Bring the kid full of water," said he--"quick!"

I brought it, and he bathed his head and face. After a time, he
threw himself back upon the bed-place, and groaned heavily.

"O God! it's all over with me," said he at last. "I shall live and
die in this cursed hole."

"What's the matter, master?" said I.

He gave me no answer, but lay groaning and occasionally cursing.
After a time, he was still, and then I went out again. The tornado
was now over, and the stars were to be seen here and there, but still
the wind was strong and the wild clouds flew fast. The shores of the
island were one mass of foam, which was dashed high in the air and
fell upon the black rocks. I looked for the vessel, and could see
nothing--the day was evidently dawning, and I sat down and waited its
coming. My companion was apparently asleep, for he lay without motion
or noise. That some misfortune had happened, I was convinced, but
what, I knew not, and I passed a long time in conjecture, dividing my