CHAPTER LIV.
JANUARY 26th .-- I understood it all; the devoted father having nothing more to give, had given his life for his son.
M.Letourneur was no longer a human being in the eyes of the famished creatures who were now yearning to see him sacrificed to their cravings.
At the very sight of the victim thus provided, all the tortures of hunger returned with redoubled violence.

With lips distended, and teeth displayed, they waited like a herd of carnivora until they could attack their prey with brutal voracity; it seemed almost doubtful whether they would not fall upon him while he was still alive.

It seemed impossible that any appeal to their humanity could, at such a moment, have any weight; nevertheless, the appeal was made, and, incredible as it may seem, prevailed.
Just as the boatswain was about to act the part of butcher, and Dowlas stood, hatchet in hand, ready to complete the barbarous work, Miss Herbey advanced, or rather crawled, towards them.
"My friends," she pleaded, "will you not wait just one more day?
If no land or ship is in sight to-morrow, then I suppose our poor companion must become your victim.

But allow him one more day; in the name of mercy I entreat, I implore you." My heart bounded as she made her pitiful appeal.

It seemed to me as though the noble girl had spoken with an inspiration on her lips, and I fancied that, perhaps, in super-natural vision she had viewed the coast or the ship of which she spoke; and one more day was not much to us who had already suffered so long, and endured so much.
Curtis and Falsten agreed with me, and we all united to support Miss Herbey's merciful petition.