At this moment I heard the report of a gun, and my assailant's grasp suddenly relaxed.
He fell back, tripping up Railton who was following unsteadily, and so giving me time to gain the cabin door, where Mrs.Concanen was standing, a smoking gun in her hand.

Before we could shut the door, however, Colliver, who by this time had gained the head of the stairs, fired, and she dropped backwards inside the cabin.
Locking the door, I found her lying with a wound just below the heart.

She had just time to point to her child before she died.
Was ever so ghastly a tragedy?
"Oct.

10th .-- Awake all night, trying to soothe the cries of the child, and at the same time keeping a good look-out for the mutineers.

The sea is terribly rough, and the poor corpses are being pitched from side to side of the cabin.