I slid his revolver into my pocket, and went back to the men.

Counting Williams and the cook and myself, there were nine of us.

The cook I counted out, ordering him to go to the galley and

prepare breakfast. The eight that were left I divided into two

watches, Burns taking one and I the other. On Burns's watch were

Clarke, McNamara, and Williams; on mine, Oleson, Adams, and Charlie

Jones.

It was two bells, or five o'clock. Burns struck the gong sharply

as an indication that order, of a sort, had been restored. The

rising sun was gleaming on the sails; the gray surface of the sea

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was ruffling under the morning breeze. From the galley a thin

stream of smoke was rising. Some of the horror of the night went

with the darkness, but the thought of what waited in the cabin

below was on us all.

I suggested another attempt to rouse Mr. Turner, and Burns and

Clarke went below. They came back in ten minutes, reporting no

change in Turner's condition. There was open grumbling among the

men at the situation, but we were helpless. Burns and I decided to

go on as if Turner were not on board, until he was in condition to

take hold.

We thought it best to bring up the bodies while all the crew was on

duty, and then to take up the watches. I arranged to have one man

constantly on guard in the after house--a difficult matter where

all were under suspicion. Burns suggested Charlie Jones as probably

the most reliable, and I gave him the revolver I had taken from

Singleton. It was useless, but it made at least a show of authority.

The rest of the crew, except Oleson, on guard over the mate, was

detailed to assist in carrying up the three bodies. Williams was

taken along to get sheets from the linen room.

We brought the captain up first, laying him on a sheet on the deck

and folding the edges over him. It was terrible work. Even I,

fresh from a medical college, grew nauseated over it. He was heavy.

It was slow work, getting him up. Vail we brought up in the sheets

from his bunk. Of the three, he was the most mutilated. The maid

Karen showed only one injury, a smashing blow on the head, probably

from the head of the axe. For axe it had been, beyond a doubt. I

put Williams to work below to clear away every evidence of what had

happened. He went down, ashy-faced, only to rush up again, refusing

to stay alone. I sent Clarke with him, and instructed Charlie Jones

to keep them there until the cabin was in order.

At three bells the cook brought coffee, and some of the men took it.

I tried to swallow, but it choked me.




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