But although it again and again caught my eye, it hardly roused my curiosity, and I did not rise from the bundle of sails on which I was lying to ascertain what it really was.

But no sooner did the rays of the sun fall full upon it than I saw at once that it was the body of a man, attached to a rope, and swinging to and fro with the motion of the raft.
A horrible presentiment carried me to the foot of the mast, and, just as I had guessed, Hobart had hanged himself.

I could not for a moment; doubt that it was I myself that had impelled him to the suicide.

A cry of horror had scarcely escaped my lips, when my fellow-passengers were at my side, and the rope was cut.

Then came the sailors.