If it were a ship, that ship had disappeared; but probably it had been a mere reflection, or, more likely still, only the crest of some curling wave.
A deep dejection followed this phantom ray of hope.

All returned to their accustomed places.

Curtis alone remained motionless, but his eye no longer scanned the distant view.
Owen now began to shriek more wildly than ever.

He presented truly a most melancholy sight; he writhed with the most hideous contortions, and had all the appearance of suffering from tetanus.

His throat was contracted by repeated spasms, his tongue was parched, his body swollen, and his pulse, though feeble, was rapid and irregular.