It was so dark that I could hardly see to aim, but a couple of shots fired in rapid succession drove them quickly away.

The rest of the night was passed quietly enough, except for the cries of the infant, which are very pitiable.

The day, too, has been without event, except that I have heard occasional sounds in the neighbourhood of the forecastle, which I think must come from the sick men imprisoned there, and attempting to cut their way out.
"Oct.

7th .-- We are still let alone.

Doubtless the mutineers think to starve us out or to lull us into a false security and catch us unawares.