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Are the weary dashings of the sea, and the moanings of the wind, to fill my ears continually, all the while telling me that I am an exile? a hopeless despairing exile. But it won't last long," cried he, catching hold of my arm; "they will murder me! I am sure of it I never go to sleep without dreaming that Angerstoff has pushed me overboard."
My entertainer made a bed for me upon the floor, but the noise of the tempest, and the anxiety I felt about the fate of Angerstoff and Marietta, kept me awake the greater part of the night. Soon after dawn my host accompanied me down to the beach. We found the wreck of the floating beacon, but were unable to discover any traces of the guilty pair whom I had left on board of it.
Marietta and he frequently whispered together, and I always imagined I heard my name mentioned in the course of these conversations. I now felt completely miserable, being satisfied that Angerstoff was bent upon my destruction. I wandered, in a state of fearful circumspection, from one part of the vessel to the other, not knowing how to secure myself from his designs.
"Is this usage to be borne?" exclaimed Marietta, "Will no one step forward to protect me from his violence?" "Insolent fellow!" cried Angerstoff, "don't presume to insult my mistress." "Mistress!" repeated Morvalden. "This to my face!" and struck him a severe blow. Angerstoff sprung forward, with the intention of returning it, but I got between them, and prevented him.
Notwithstanding this information, I made an attempt to open them, but could not succeed. I was now convinced, by the percussion against the vessel, that a boat lay alongside, and I heard a strange voice addressing Angerstoff.
I now perceived the rashness and bad consequences of my bold assertions respecting the murder of Morvalden; for Angerstoff evidently thought that his personal safety, and even his life, would be endangered, if I ever found an opportunity of accusing and giving evidence against him. All my motions were now watched with double vigilance.
"Is Angerstoff below?" demanded I. "No Yes, I mean," said Marietta. "Why do you ask that? He went up-stairs." "Your husband and he are fighting. We must part them instantly." "How can that be?" answered Marietta; "Angerstoff is asleep." "Asleep! Didn't you say he went up-stairs?" "I don't know," returned she; "I am hardly awake yet Let us listen for a moment."
I entered the house, the inmates of which were a woman and a boy, and having seated myself near the fire, related to my host all that had occurred on board the floating beacon, and then requested him to accompany me down to the beach, that we might search for Angerstoff and Marietta. "No, no," cried he; "that is impossible. Hear how the storm rages!
I found Angerstoff there, who started back when he saw me, and said, "What is the matter? Did you think that I want you to watch the beacon, that I may have some rest. Follow me upon deck, and I will give you directions about it." I hesitated a moment, and then went up the gangway stairs behind him.
"Yes, by the eternal hell!" cried he, vehemently; "I suspect I will find the truth of it soon enough." "My God!" exclaimed she, "what is to become of us? How dreadful! We are chained here, and cannot escape." "Escape what?" interrupted Angerstoff; "girl, you have lost your senses. Why should we fear the officers of justice? Keep a guard over your tongue."
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