"As soon as all was over, for an instant we sat silent and stupefied, and then shipping our oars, we pulled towards the cutter as hard as we could, away from the accursed spot. We had not pulled many strokes when a horror seized me. I could have shrieked aloud, but my fear was too great, for there, directly in our wake, was Arnold! Up he had risen-- his body half out of the water--his countenance blue and livid--his eyes starting from his head--his hair on end--his arms extended towards us, as if he would clasp the boat in his embrace, and carry us down with him to the dreadful place he had come from! Larger and larger he grew--a pale flame seemed to play round his features, distorted with rage and agony! As fast as we could pull, he came hissing after us! We all shrieked with horror--we stretched every nerve to get away from him--but the harder we pulled the faster he came along. We sent the water flying from our bows, our oars bent and cracked; but nothing would do--on, on he came! Oh, how I wished I had had nothing to do with the foul deed! We had shown no mercy to him--we knew he would show none to us. You do not believe what I am saying; but it is as true as that I am speaking to you. See, sir!--see, there is his face at the farther end of the room-- just as he appeared to me on that fatal night! He has never quitted me since, and never will--he will be with me on the scaffold to-morrow, jeering and cursing me, and I shall meet him where I am hound to in the other world. Oh! why did I do that deed? "The dead man had got within a few fathoms of us, when, expecting every moment to feel myself within his cold grasp, I could bear it no longer, and swooned away.