Jamieson!" he cried
out. "Are you hurt?"
"I'm all right," answered Doctor Jamieson out of the darkness.
"Not a scratch. But there's a lot of our fellows down."
"Take care of them," said Dunwody. "We'll attend to the rest of
this business after that."
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.
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