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Without the relic it is not to be accomplished. It were a kindness, then, to take it from him." Amine answered not, for she was lost in thought. "Lady," continued Schriften, after a time; "I wish you well. For your husband I care not, yet do I wish him no harm.
"That's it! that's it!" cried Schriften, who now went forward to where the seamen were standing at the gangway. "News for you, my lads!" said he; "we've a bit of the holy cross aboard, and so we may defy the devil!" Philip, hardly knowing why, had followed Schriften as he descended the poop-ladder, and was forward on the quarterdeck, when the pilot made this remark to the seamen.
"I trust your appearance forebodes the accomplishment of my task." "Perhaps it does," replied the pilot; "we both are weary." Philip made no reply; he did not even ask Schriften in what manner he had escaped from the fort; he was indifferent about it; for he felt that the man had a charmed life.
Schriften gradually appeared mindful of this kindness, and at last to be pleased with Amine's company. To Philip he was at times civil and courteous, but not always; but to Amine he was always deferent. His language was mystical, she could not prevent his chuckling laugh, his occasional "He! he!" from breaking forth.
Startled at the idea, he threw up his hand to seize the arm of the wretch, and found that he had really seized hold of Schriften, who was kneeling by him, and in possession of the chain and relic. The struggle was short, the relic was recovered, and the pilot lay at the mercy of Philip, who held him down with his knee on his chest.
"Doomed doomed doomed!" shrieked Schriften, running up and down the deck, and then breaking into a wild fit of laughter. "Touch not the letters," said the captain, trembling as if in an ague fit. Philip made no reply, but held his hand out for the letters. "Here is one from our second mate, to his wife at Amsterdam, who lives on Waser Quay."
[Footnote 51: Pp. 118-120, or Sämmtliche Schriften, Wien, 1787, 4ter Th., 4ter Bd., p.
He is the party whose presence on board will prove so unfortunate." "Yes, yes," cried the sailors, "it's all right, the man did call him shipmate." "I tell you it's all wrong," cried Schriften; "that is the man, let him give up the charm." "Yes, yes; let him give up the charm," cried the sailors, and they rushed upon Philip. Philip started back to where the captain stood.
There were now but thirteen men besides Philip, Krantz, and Schriften left upon the raft. As the day dawned, the breeze again sprung up, and they shared out the portions of water, which would have been the allowance of their companions who had fallen. Hunger they felt not; but the water revived their spirits.
"Does it not point out that I am your friend, Philip, and that the Pilot Schriften is your enemy?" "I grant it; but he is dead." "Is that so certain?" "He hardly could have escaped without my knowledge." "That is true, but the dream would imply otherwise. Philip, it is my opinion that the only way in which this dream is to be expounded is that you remain on shore for the present.
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