Amen." The sound of the unconscious child's simple prayer had something awesome in it, and John Vickers, who, not ten minutes before, would have sealed his own death warrant unhesitatingly to preserve the safety of the vessel, felt his eyes fill with unwonted tears.

The contrast was curious.

From out the midst of that desolate ocean--in a fever-smitten prison ship, leagues from land, surrounded by ruffians, thieves, and murderers, the baby voice of an innocent child called confidently on Heaven.
* * * * * Two hours afterwards--as the Malabar, escaped from the peril which had menaced her, plunged cheerily through the rippling water--the mutineers, by the spokesman, Mr.James Vetch, confessed.
"They were very sorry, and hoped that their breach of discipline would be forgiven.

It was the fear of the typhus which had driven them to it.
They had no accomplices either in the prison or out of it, but they felt it but right to say that the man who had planned the mutiny was Rufus Dawes." The malignant cripple had guessed from whom the information which had led to the failure of the plot had been derived, and this was his characteristic revenge..