'Tis a hard thought that I should outlive him; but, curse him, I've done it, and here's his cap for proof--why, what the devil is the lad staring at ?" During his muttered soliloquy I had turned for a moment to look across Polkimbra Beach, when suddenly my eyes were arrested and my heart again set violently beating by a sight that almost made me doubt whether the events of the morning were not still part of a wild and disordered dream.

For there, at about fifty yards' distance, and advancing along the breakers' edge, was another man, dressed like my companion, and also watching the sea.
"What's the matter, boy?
Speak, can't you ?" "It's a man." "A man! Where ?" He made a motion forwards to look over the edge, but checked himself, and crouched down close against the rock.
"Lie down!" he murmured in a hoarse whisper.

"Lie down low and look over." My arm was clutched as though by a vice.

I sank down flat, and peered over the edge.
"It's a man," I said, "not fifty yards off, and coming this way.
He has on a red shirt, and is watching the sea just as you did.
I don't think that he saw us." "For the Lord's sake don't move.

Look; is he tall and dark ?" His terrified excitement was dreadful.