CHAPTER XXV.
THE TEMPEST.
"Don't be a fool, Katrina," shouted the doctor furiously, as he rushed at her, seized her arm and shook her violently.
"It is nothing, I tell you."
But the woman chattered with her teeth, as he shook her, in almost imbecile terror, while she still cried brokenly,—
"Look!—look for yourself! They are coming, swathed in blood, to avenge themselves upon us."
They were all looking at the approaching train of horrors now, with the exception of the princess, who had fallen upon the deck in a fit, the pinky froth gathering upon her blue lips, which she gnawed with her strong white teeth as she lay writhing and unheeded by the others.
Upon the trail of light a number of objects floated, with distended and bulging bodies; they were too far off yet to distinguish for certainty what they were, yet the guilty minds of those watchers supplied the information.
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