enger into the sea!" shouted Feodor.
The order was exactly to the mind of the crew, and right promptly did they execute it.
"And now," he called out, "which of you will come with me wherever I may go?"
"We will all go with you against Hell itself!" shouted the men.
"Nay, my men; against the powers of Hell we will never fight, but only against those of Heaven and Earth. Henceforth we will league ourselves with all the fiends of Darkness and the Storm!"
The weather was tempestuous and the sea was running high. Not until the following day did the Admiralty decide to pursue the vessel which had vanished so suddenly in full sail. It was then too late to overtake her.
It was shortly afterwards that the sad news reached St. Petersburg that the fugitive vessel had run upon the rocks of Dago. Her mainmast and bowsprit were all that was ever picked up, so it was plain to all men that the Gladova Strela, with her fifty men and seven guns, had gone to the bottom. So afte
A very well-translated story of an officer of the Tsar's navy who is betrayed by his younger brother and branded a traitor. He flees Russia and is shipwrecked on an island between the Baltic and Sea of Finland. He builds a tower there and passes himself off as a Satanic Alchemist.
Years pass, and he gradually trains his son to be the instrument of his revenge.
The story moves along quite well, and the main characters are well-drawn.
A powerful romantic tale of a man driven to evil