The Missing Merchantman

Upon learning the news of the mutiny the ladies were, as might be expected, overwhelmed with consternation and dismay, feelings which were intensified when it was further intima...

"Now, Ned," said Williams as the windlass-pawls began to clank, "you are in charge of the ship, mind, until she is in the blue water once more; and all hands, myself included, a...

The violent atmospheric disturbances which accompanied the change of the seasons lasted about a month, after which the weather became tolerably settled once more, though rain no...

The story told by little Lucille relative to the first appearance of the Malays was so graphic and accurate up to the point of Gaunt's capture, that little or no addition is nee...

Captain Blyth's valedictory speech was not without its effect upon some at least of the mutineers, who regarded each other with startled eyes, which dumbly but plainly asked the...

From the point which they had now reached Sibylla and Ned commanded a bird's-eye view of the entire harbour, with South Island--as it soon came to be called--for a background, w...

As Henderson approached the fort he saw the two ladies watching for him; and anxious not to unduly alarm them, he cried out--referring to Lucille--as soon as he had approached w...

The next morning demonstrated the correctness of Captain Blyth's surmise; for daylight found them with the breeze still steady at about east by south, and so fresh that they wer...

Sibylla no sooner heard Williams' order for the boats to shove off than she intuitively divined the horrible fate in store for her; and, resolved to effect her escape at any and...

The occupants of the fort retired to rest that night, as usual, at the early hour of ten o'clock; and, thoroughly fagged out with the day's labour, soon sank to sleep. Nobody fe...

Having now secured from the wreck every scrap which it was possible to obtain, the little party had more leisure than they had had since the moment of their landing; for there w...

The weather was gloriously fine; much too fine, indeed, to suit Captain Blyth, for, as he and his friend Captain Spence had foreseen, the easterly breeze which had prevailed for...

The deplorable fatality mentioned in the last chapter necessitated a further rearrangement of the official duties on board the _Flying Cloud_; Ned being advanced still another s...

Mr Gaunt, whose profession peculiarly adapted him to cope with such difficulties as those which now environed the party, at once naturally took the lead and assumed the directio...

Mr Bryce, the chief-mate of the _Flying Cloud_, was one of those unfortunate men who are always more or less in an ill humour. He was, like poor Mrs Gummidge, "contrairy," and s...

The little forecastle conclave made their way out on deck without waiting for the formality of a call; and, there happening to be no sail- trimming to attend to, and every prosp...

This story opens on a glorious day about the middle of July; and Weymouth, with its charming bay, was looking its very best. A gentle southerly breeze was blowing; the air was c...

This shocking discovery diverted his thoughts for a short time from his original project; but, having done all he could for the poor wretches, he was glad to turn anew to the qu...

In accordance with Williams' plans the _Flying Cloud's_ cargo was in due time discharged and warehoused on shore in the newly-built stores; the ship herself stripped, hove down,...

His arrival, which took place just as tea was about being served in the camp, was greeted with great rejoicing by all hands, but especially by Mrs Gaunt; who, notwithstanding th...

As soon as the ship was fairly clear of the harbour Ned kept her away on a south-west by west course for the island on which the skipper and Manners had been landed; and then, r...