but none for poor Watt Brown, much to the sorrow of all of us, for everyone loved the open-hearted second mate.
Soon a second boatload of sailors came to the Dart and I was asked to go ashore with them, to point out the direction the fleeing Celestials had taken. I went, and at the rock came upon Captain Kenny's body, terribly mutilated by knife-cuts. The Chinamen had fallen upon him, and in their rage over the failure of the expedition had literally hacked him to death. We buried him where he had fallen.
The search for the fleeing pirates, for I can call them nothing less, lasted far into the night, but availed nothing. At last I returned to the Dart, utterly fagged out. A surgeon had been sent for and he was attending the wounded ones, and I asked him about both.
"The Irish sailor will live," was the answer, "but Brown is mortally wounded."
On the Concord were the two men who had owned the Dart in company with Captain Kenny. Their stock in the craft was in the majority, and they turned her over to the government, Uncle Sam to keep the money which was coming to the late captain's heirs, until it was properly claimed.
Our tales were listened to with keen interest the next day by the warm-hearted commander of the Concord.
