"Ay, God! it is so!"
The vision had by this time vanished. Partially recovering his self-possession, the captain hurried down the steep cliff, following Mary, who, like a maniac, ran on.
She soon gained the foot of the precipice, and was hurrying along in the direction where she expected to find the remains of her lover all mangled from his fall of sixty feet, when suddenly, she felt some person grasp her arm, and turning, beheld Brand.
"Let me go! Why hold me?" screamed the young girl, wildly.
"See, there!" he answered, pointing towards the beach, "that is the reason!"
Looking in the indicated direction, she beheld, in the lurid glare of the volcanic fire, a long canoe, by the beach.
Evidently it was the same which had pursued them on that day when the two warriors were slain.
Bent on vengeance, the islanders had not yet given up the pursuit, but had searched for the fugitives ever since, at last coming upon their traces.
Now the forms of the fierce men were seen advancing swiftly in single file up the beach, on a course, which, had Mary kept on, must have brought her into contact with them.