"I cannot see the poor wretch die without help, pirate though he may be," exclaimed Cousin Silas, running down to the beach.  I followed him. The log of timber and its freight reached the shore at the moment we got down to it.  There was no look of recognition.  We ran into the water, and cast loose the body; but our undertaking had been useless.  A corpse lay before us; and though the features were distorted, we recognised them as those of Captain Bruno.  We had just time to hurry back to our fort, when we saw a body of savages coming round a point at a little distance off.