over the side. "There is a good-sized canoe
floating there fifty yards away. I suppose the fellows thought it would
be safer to jump overboard and swim ashore. Four of you men get out the
gig and tow the canoe alongside. We will put any wounded we find into it
and send it adrift; they will come out and pick it up after we are
fairly off."

The bodies of sixty natives who had been killed outright were thrown
overboard, and eighteen who were found to be still alive were lowered
into the canoe. "I do not think we are really doing them much kindness,
though of course we are doing the best we can for them," Mr. Atherton
said to Mr. Renshaw. "I doubt if one of them will live. You see, all who
were able to drag themselves to the side jumped overboard, and were
either drowned or hauled into the canoes."

As soon as the operation was over the casks of water were got on board
and the boats hoisted to the davits. The anchor was then hove up and
some of the sails shaken out, and with a gentle breeze the vessel began
to draw off the land. As soon as this was done all hands set to work
washing down the decks; and in two or three hours, except for the bullet
marks on the deck and bulwarks, there were no signs left of the
desperate conflict that had raged on board the _Flying Scud_. At sunset
all hands gathered on the poop, and the bodies of the captain and two
passengers, and of the sailors who had fallen, were reverently delivered
to the deep, Mr. Ryan reading the funeral service.

The ladies had retired below after the boats had come alongside, and did
not come up until all was ready for the funeral. Mrs. Renshaw and three
or four of the others had been employed in dressing the wounds of those
who had been injured. Four out of the six sailors who had survived the
massacre on board had been more or less severely wounded before they won
their way on the quarter-deck, and six of the watering party were also
wounded. Eight of the passengers had been struck with the flying spears;
but only two of these had received wounds likely to cause anxiety. After
the funeral was over more sail was hoisted, the breeze freshened, and
the _Flying Scud_ proceeded briskly on her way.

The rest of the voyage was uneventful. Thankful as all were for their
escape, a gloom hung over the ship. The death of the captain was much
felt by all. He had been uniformly kind and obliging to the passengers,
and had done everything in his power to make the voyage a