Dunwody, Jamieson and Clayton cleared the men from the decks of the boat.
The wounded hobbled to a place of shelter.

The dead were laid out in a long and ghastly row at the edge of the willow grove.
Meantime, busy hands brought dried brush and piled it up against the side of the boat as she lay against the bank, the leader in this being the Honorable William Jones, who now mysteriously reappeared, after a temporary absence which had not been noted.
The faint light of a match showed in the dim dawn.

There came a puff of smoke or so, a tiny crackling.

A denser burst of smoke pierced through the light flames.

Soon the fire settled to its work, eating in even against the damp planking of the boat.