They ran close in to the mouth of the stream, lowered the sails, and pulled the peroqua against the current, until they had advanced far enough to assure them that the water was quite fresh. The jars were soon filled, and they were again thinking of pushing off; when, enticed by the beauty of the spot, the coolness of the fresh water, and wearied with their long confinement on board of the peroqua, they proposed to bathe--a luxury hardly to be appreciated by those who have not been in a similar situation. They threw off their Mussulman dresses, and plunged into the stream, where they remained for some time. Krantz was the first to get out; he complained of feeling chilled, and he walked on to the banks where their clothes had been laid. Philip also approached nearer to the beach, intending to follow him. "And now, Philip," said Krantz, "this will be a good opportunity for me to give you the money. I will open my sash, and pour it out, and you can put it into your own before you put it on." Philip was standing in the water, which was about level with his waist. "Well, Krantz," said he, "I suppose if it must be so, it must; but it appears to me an idea so ridiculous--however, you shall have your own way." Philip quitted the run, and sat down by Krantz, who was already busy in shaking the doubloons out of the folds of his sash; at last he said-- "I believe, Philip, you have got them all, now?--I feel satisfied." "What danger there can be to you, which I am not equally exposed to, I cannot conceive," replied Philip; "however--" Hardly had he said these words, when there was a tremendous roar--a rush like a mighty wind through the air--a blow which threw him on his back--a loud cry--and a contention. Philip recovered himself, and perceived the naked form of Krantz carried off with the speed of an arrow by an enormous tiger through the jungle. He watched with distended eyeballs; in a few seconds the animal and Krantz had disappeared! "God of Heaven! would that Thou hadst spared me this," cried Philip, throwing himself down in agony on his face. "Oh! Krantz, my friend--my brother--too sure was your presentiment. Merciful God! have pity--but Thy will be done;" and Philip burst into a flood of tears. For more than an hour did he remain fixed upon the spot, careless and indifferent to the danger by which he was surrounded. At last, somewhat recovered, he rose, dressed himself, and then again sat down--his eyes fixed upon the clothes of Krantz, and the gold which still lay on the sand. "He would give me that gold. He foretold his doom. Yes! yes! it was his destiny, and it has been fulfilled. _His bones will bleach in the wilderness_, and the spirit-hunter and his wolfish daughter are avenged."