A low groan burst from Jack's lips as we witnessed this atrocious act and heard the mother's shriek, as she fell insensible on the sand.

The rippling waves rolled the child on the beach, as if they refused to be a party in such a foul murder, and we could observe that the little one still lived.
The young girl was now brought forward, and the chief addressed her; but although we heard his voice, and even the words distinctly, of course we could not understand what he said.

The girl made no answer to his fierce questions, and we saw by the way in which he pointed to the fire that he threatened her life.
"Peterkin," said Jack in a hoarse whisper, "have you got your knife ?" "Yes," replied Peterkin, whose face was pale as death.
"That will do.

Listen to me, and do my bidding quick.

Here is the small knife, Ralph.