“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.”

The shades of evening now set in, and the low growling of the beasts of the forest recalled Philip to a sense of his own danger.  He thought of Amine; and hastily making the clothes of Krantz and the doubloons into a package, he stepped into the peroqua, with difficulty shoved it off, and with a melancholy heart, and in silence, hoisted the sail, and pursued his course.

“Yes, Amine,” thought Philip, as he watched the stars twinkling and corruscating.  “Yes, you are right, when you assert that the destinies of men are foreknown, and may by some be read.  My destiny is, alas! that I should be severed from all I value upon earth, and die friendless and alone.  Then welcome death, if such is to be the case; welcome a thousand welcomes! what a relief wilt thou be to me! what joy to find myself summoned to where the weary are at rest!  I have my task to fulfil.  God grant that it may soon be accomplished, and let not my life be embittered by any more trials such as this.”

Again did Philip weep, for Krantz had been his long-tried, valued friend, his partner in all his dangers and privations, from the period that they had met when the Dutch fleet attempted the passage round Cape Horn.

After seven days of painful watching and brooding over bitter thoughts, Philip arrived at Pulo Penang, where he found a vessel about to sail for the city to which he was destined.  He ran his peroqua alongside of her, and found that she was a brig under the Portuguese flag, having, however, but two Portuguese on board, the rest of the crew being natives.  Representing himself as an Englishman in the Portuguese service, who had been wrecked, and offering to pay for his passage, he was willingly received, and in a few days the vessel sailed.

Their voyage was prosperous; in six weeks they anchored in the roads of Goa; the next day they went up the river.  The Portuguese captain informed Philip where he might obtain lodging; and passing him off as one of his crew, there was no difficulty raised as to his landing.  Having located himself at his new lodging, Philip commenced some inquiries of his host relative to Amine, designating her merely