art-house in a shower of rain this morning, Buckwheat exposed himself,
and a long, lucky revolver-shot from for'ard caught him in the shoulder.
The bullet was small-calibre and spent ere it reached him, so that he
received no more than a flesh-wound, though he carried on as if he were
dying until Mr. Pike hushed his noise by cuffing his ears.

I should not like to have Mr. Pike for my surgeon. He probed for the
bullet with his little finger, which was far too big for the aperture;
and with his little finger, while with his other hand he threatened
another ear-clout, he gouged out the leaden pellet. Then he sent the boy
below, where Margaret took him in charge with antiseptics and dressings.

I see her so rarely that a half-hour alone with her these days is an
adventure. She is busy morning to night in keeping her house in order.
As I write this, through my open door I can hear her laying the law down
to the men in the after-room. She has issued underclothes all around
from the slop-chest, and is ordering them to take a bath in the
rain-water just caught. And to make sure of their thoroughness in the
matter, she has told off Louis and the steward to supervise the
operation. Also, she has forbidden them smoking their pipes in the after-
room. And, to cap everything, they are to scrub walls, ceiling,
everything, and then start to-morrow morning at painting. All of which
serves to convince me almost that mutiny does not obtain and that I have
imagined it.

But no. I hear Buckwheat blubbering and demanding how he can take a bath
in his wounded condition. I wait and listen for Margaret's judgment. Nor
am I disappointed. Tom Spink and Henry are told off to the task, and the
thorough scrubbing of Buckwheat is assured.

* * * * *

The mutineers are not starving. To-day they have been fishing for
albatrosses. A few minutes after they caught the first one its carcase
was flung overboard. Mr. Pike studied it through his sea-glasses, and I
heard him grit his teeth when he made certain that it was not the mere
feathers and skin but the entire carcass. They had taken only its wing-
bones to make into pipe-stems. The inference was obvious: _starving men
would not throw meat away in such fashion_.

But where do they get their food? It is a sea-mystery in itself,
although I might not so deem it were it not for Mr. Pike.

"I think, and think, till my brain is all frazzled out," he tells me;
"and yet I can't get a