leap from out of the cavern's mouth. It would have been sad to see
him perish beneath the waves,--to watch him as he rose, gasping for
breath, and then to see to him sinking again, to rise again, and
then to go for ever. But his life had been fairly forfeit,--and why
should one so much more precious have been flung after it? It was
surely with no view of saving that pitiful life that Caleb Morton
had leaped after his enemy. But the hound, hot with the chase, will
follow the stag over the precipice and dash himself to pieces
against the rocks. The beast thirsting for blood will rush in even
among the weapons of men. Morton in his fury had felt but one
desire, burned with but one passion. If the Fates would but grant
him to fix his clutches in the throat of the man who had ill-used
his love; for the rest it might all go as it would.

In the earlier part of the morning, while they were all searching
for their victim, they had brought a boat up into this very inlet
among the rocks; and the same boat had been at hand during the whole
day. Unluckily, before they had come hither, it had been taken
round the headland to a place among the rocks at which a government
skiff is always moored. The sea was still so quiet that there was
hardly a ripple on it, and the boat had been again sent for when
first it was supposed that they had at last traced Aaron Trow to his
hiding-place. Anxiously now were all eyes turned to the headland,
but as yet no boat was there.

The two men rose to the surface, each struggling in the arms of the
other. Trow, though he was in an element to which he was not used,
though he had sprung thither as another suicide might spring to
certain death beneath a railway engine, did not altogether lose his
presence of mind. Prompted by a double instinct, he had clutched