CHAPTER XVI.
THE ADJUDICATION A dismal sight enough was presented when finally a few half-hearted torches were pressed into use to produce a scant illumination.
What had been a commonplace scene now was become one of tragedy.
The bank of this willow-covered island had assumed the appearance of a hostile shore.

Combat, collision, war had taken the place of recent peace and silence.

The night seemed ominous, as though not even these incidents were more than the beginning of others yet more serious soon to come.
Out of the confusion at last there might have been heard the voice of Dunwody, calling again for Jamieson.

There was work for the surgeon when the dead and injured of both sides at last were brought aboard the little steamer and ranged in a ghastly common row along the narrow deck.

"Take care of them, Jamieson," said Dunwody shortly.