 It was that of a youth, of about twenty years of age, apparently in the last stage of exhaustion.  He looked round slowly, with a dazed expression, like one who only half awakes from sleep.  Drawing his hand across his brow, and gazing wistfully on the calm sea, he rose on his knees with difficulty, and rested his arms on a thwart, while he turned his gaze with a look of intense anxiety on the countenance of a young girl who lay in the bottom of the boat close beside him, asleep or dead.