In half an hour they had erected an humble tent, and put into it what they had brought with them, with the exception of the major part of the ammunition, which, as soon as he was screened by the tent, Krantz buried in a heap of dry sand behind it; he then, for their immediate wants, cut down with an axe a small cocoa-nut tree in full bearing.  It must be for those who have suffered the agony of prolonged thirst, to know the extreme pleasure with which the milk of the nuts were one after the other poured down the parched throats of Krantz and Philip.  The men witnessed their enjoyment in silence, and with gloating eyes.  Every time that a fresh cocoa-nut was seized and its contents quaffed by their officers, more sharp and agonising was their own devouring thirst—­still closer did their dry lips glue themselves together—­yet they moved not, although they felt the tortures of the condemned.

Evening closed in; Philip had thrown himself down on the spare sails, and had fallen asleep, when Krantz set off to explore the island upon which they had been thrown.  It was small, not exceeding three miles in length, and at no one part more than five hundred yards across.  Water there was none, unless it were to be obtained by digging; fortunately the young cocoa-nuts prevented the absolute necessity for it.  On his return, Krantz passed the men in their respective stations.  Each was awake, and raised himself on his elbow to ascertain if it were an assailant; but perceiving Krantz, they again dropped down.  Krantz passed the raft—­the water was now quite smooth, for the wind had shifted off shore, and the spars which composed the raft hardly jostled each other.  He stepped upon it, and, as the moon was bright in the heavens, he took the precaution of collecting all the arms which had been left, and throwing them as far as he could into the sea.  He then walked to the tent, where he found Philip still sleeping soundly, and in a few minutes he was reposing by his side.  And Philip’s dreams were of Amine; he thought that he saw the hated Schriften rise again from the waters, and, climbing up to the raft, seat himself by her side.  He thought that he again heard his unearthly chuckle and his scornful laugh, as his unwelcome words fell upon her distracted ears.  He thought that she fled into the sea to avoid Schriften, and that the waters appeared to reject her—­she floated on the surface.  The storm rose, and once more he beheld her in the sea-shell skimming over the waves.  Again, she was in a furious surf on the beach, and her shell sank, and she was buried in the waves; and then he saw her walking on shore without fear and without harm, for the water which spared no one, appeared to spare her.  Philip tried to join her, but was prevented by some unknown power, and Amine waved her hand and said, “We shall meet again, Philip; yes, once more on this earth shall we meet again.”

The sun was high in the heavens and scorching in his heat, when Krantz first opened his eyes, and awakened Philip.  The axe again procured for them their morning’s meal.  Philip, was silent; he was ruminating upon his dreams, which had afforded him consolation.  “We shall meet again!” thought he.  “Yes, once more at least we shall meet again.  Providence!  I thank thee.”