CHAPTER THREE.
THE ALBATROSS.
Captain Redwood and the Irishman were horrified at the sight that had passed under their eyes.

So, too, were the children, who had both started up from their reclining attitude, and looked over the side of the boat.

Even the impassive Malay, all his life used to stirring scenes, in which blood was often shed, could not look down into those depths, disturbed by such a tragical occurrence, without having aroused within him a sensation of horror.
All of them recoiled back into the boat, staggering down upon their seats.

One alone remained standing, and with an expression upon his face as if he was desirous of again beholding the sight.

It was not a look that betrayed pleasure, but one grim and ghastly, yet strong and steady, as if it penetrated the profoundest depths of the ocean.