The doctor himself was busily occupied with some medical works, to which, as his wife assured me, he had been giving his whole attention of late.

But Mrs.Concanen and I sat talking together of home until close upon midnight, when the baby, who was lying asleep at her side, awoke and began to cry.
Upon this she broke off her conversation and began to sing the little fellow to sleep.

'Home, Sweet Home' was the song, and at the end of the first verse--so sweetly touching, however hackneyed, to all situated as we--the doctor left his books, came over, and was standing behind her, running his hands, after a trick of his, affectionately through her hair, when the native nurse, who slept in the next cabin and had heard the baby crying, came in and offered to take him.

Mrs.Concanen, however, assured her that it was not necessary, and the girl was just going out of the door when suddenly we heard a scream and then the captain's voice calling, 'Trenoweth! Doctor! Help, help!' "The doctor immediately rushed past the maid and up the companion.
I was just following at his heels when I heard two shots fired in rapid succession, and then a heavy crash.

Immediately the girl fell with a shriek, and the doctor came staggering heavily back on top of her.