A few days afterward the husband again appealed to his commanding officer (Taylor), who exclaimed: "Haven't you got a musket?
Can't you defend your own family ?" Very soon after a shot was heard down by the mess-house, and it transpired that the husband had actually shot Broderick, inflicting a wound which proved mortal.

The law and army regulations required that the man should be sent to the nearest civil court, which was at St.
Augustine; accordingly, the prisoner and necessary witnesses were sent up by the next monthly steamer.

Among the latter were lieutenant Taylor and the pilot Ashlock.
After they had been gone about a month, the sentinel on the roof-top of our quarters reported the smoke of a steamer approaching the bar, and, as I was acting quartermaster, I took a boat and pulled down to get the mail.

I reached the log-but in which the pilots lived, and saw them start with their boat across the bar, board the steamer, and then return.

Ashlock was at his old post at the steering-oar, with two ladies, who soon came to the landing, having passed through a very heavy surf, and I was presented to one as Mrs.Ashlock, and the other as her sister, a very pretty little Minorcan girl of about fourteen years of age.