When at some little distance from the shore, there was just light enough for Fritz to notice that his father was directing the feeble steps of his mother in the direction of Falcon's Nest.

In a few moments more all the objects on shore were one confused mass of unfathomable shadow.

The pinnace dropped anchor at Shark's Island, where some few final preparations for the voyage had to be made.

Fritz here took a pen and wrote: "We part.

We are gone.