"You think you have done your duty," resumed the captain, as the resolution to quarrel became strong in his breast, so strong that he cared not to repress it; "but I reckon, friend Ashton, that you are slightly up a tree, as the Yankees say." "Sir, I do not understand you," said Morley. "I am not so vernal as to fail in perceiving that you are awfully spooney upon Miss Basset." "If I am to construe your slang into meaning that I love her, you are quite right," replied Morley, coldly, as he rose up. "But you cannot think of marrying her, even if old Basset be donkey enough to let you!" "Captain Hawkshaw!" "For one who can scarcely float himself, it is thankless work to take a sinking craft in tow," continued the captain, whose phrases were quite as often nautical as Mexican. "Sir, you are impertinent." "_Caramba!_ not at all--but truthful--only truthful," replied Hawkshaw, with a studied insolence of manner, as he continued to knock the ashes off his cigar, so that they flew all over Morley's face. "If I had you in Mexico, I would give you advice more seriously; as it is, in this tame, stupid land of good order, coroners' inquests, rural police, and city bluebottles, I must content myself with what I have said." "Stand back, sir, and permit me to pass you!" said Morley, haughtily, as he found that, on rising, he was unpleasantly near the verge of the rocks, and that Hawkshaw, with a dark and dangerous gleam in his eyes, stood menacingly between him and the safer portion of the edge. It was at that moment, that unexpectedly as a star falls, or light flashes, a diabolical idea occurred to Hawkshaw, just as if a fiend, unseen, was at his ear to whisper and to urge him on. A sudden silence seemed to fill the air--to pervade the land and sea. He ceased to hear the roar of the waves in the Chine below, or the screaming of the wild sea-birds in mid air. A clamorous ferocity--a terrible anxiety, seemed to possess his whole soul. He cast a hasty glance around him; not a person was near, and no eye was upon them, save One in heaven, and that dread eye he forgot. He gave the unsuspecting Morley a dreadful blow with his clenched hand, and then a violent push. The victim staggered backward, reeled forward, and as he fell, clutched wildly at the turf which fringed the edge of the rocks. "Oh, Heaven!" burst from his lips; "Hawkshaw--you cannot--you dare not mean this! Save me--Ethel!" The pieces of turf he clutched so desperately gave way, and without a sound he vanished into the awful profundity below! Hawkshaw lingered a moment by the fatal spot, for in that moment all his senses were paralysed. His breath, his sight, and hearing were gone, and he felt as one who had ceased to live.