though of much different complexion--than the list Captain Swope
had planned.

As for wounded--God's truth, the _Golden Bough_ was manned by a crew of
cripples for weeks after. Lynch had wrought terribly, there on the
main deck--broken pates, broken fingers, a cracked wrist, a broken
foot, and three men wounded, though not seriously, by Swope's and
Connolly's shots. Such were the foc'sle's lighter casualties. Aft,
the list was shorter. Morton had a bullet wound in the shoulder; it
would lay him up for the rest of the passage, but was not dangerous.
Connolly had a lump behind his ear. Lynch was bruised a bit, and his
clothes were slashed to ribbons, otherwise he had escaped scathless.

The lady was not really hurt at all. Swope's bullet plowed through her
mass of hair, creasing her so lightly the skin was unbroken, though the
impact knocked her down.

I was almost the only man on the ship who bore no marks of that fight,
though I was a sight from the beating, and Lynch--or perhaps it was
Newman--made me bo'sun of the deck in the labor of bringing order out
of chaos. I rallied the unhurt and lightly hurt, and we carried the
worse injured into the cabin, where the lady and Newman attended them.
I opened the barricaded galley, and freed the frightened Chinamen, Wong
and the cook and the cabin boy, and Holy Joe, the parson. As I learned
afterwards, Holy Joe, when he learned of the intended mutiny,
threatened, in vain attempt to stop it, to go aft and blow the plot.
Blackie and Boston wanted to kill him for the threat, but the
squareheads would not have it so, and he was shut up in the galley with
the Chinamen.

By Lynch's order, we launched the dinghy, and, with me at the tiller
and two lordly tradesmen at the oars, set out in humane but hopeless
quest for the mate and the Nigger. I cruised about for nigh an hour,
and came back empty-handed. We had not really expected to find them,
or trace of them. Fitzgibbon had been stabbed, and it was known, also,
that he did not know how to swim; and as for the Nigger, "I plugged him
as he jumped," said Lynch.

When we got back, Lynch had me muster the available hands, and we
launched the longboat. All the rest of the night, Wong and his two
under-servants cargoed that craft with stores of every kind.

One other man had lost his mess number in that ship, we discovered, as
the night wore on. The traitor. We found not hide or hair of Cockney;
he was gone from the ship