The bodies of all, which exhibited signs of emaciation through starvation, being almost skeletons, showed also numerous wounds, while their clothing was rent into tatters from cuts and slashes apart from the wash of the water, which had, of course, swept away most of the blood that had probably flowed from the wounds, although there was a large dark blotch on the deck close to the after hatch, testifying that some gory pool had been there.
“I guess there’s been some of the devil’s work here!” said the skipper gravely.
“You bet,” chimed in Seth Allport, whose keen eye was looking out for some evidence of the nationality of the ship. “She ain’t a foreigner, and Britishers don’t murder one another like this. S’pose there was a muss on board, or something like a mutiny, eh, Cap?” he added presently.
“Yes,” answered Captain Blowser, who was also looking keenly about with the same motive as Seth; and he was quicker too than the shrewd seaman in this instance, for he noticed forward, under the legs of one of the corpses, a loose piece of wood, on which he pounced.
Pulling it out as quick as thought, he turned it over, and the secret of the derelict hull was disclosed; for there, printed in letters of gold, showing that the piece of wood was probably part of the stern of one of the vessel’s boats, as its shape also suggested, was the name “Dragon—.” Something was apparently wanting, for the wood was broken off just at the end where the name was painted.
“Dragon?” said Seth. “I remember a ship called the Dragon King, that used to sail regularly to the East Indies. I saw her last time I was in Liverpool!”
“Waal,” said the skipper, “we can only report what we’ve seen when we get home; for we can’t get down below to examine her papers or anything, and must leave the old hulk to float till she sinks. I wish I had a pound of dynamite on board, and I’d blow her up, I guess; as, tossing about at sea like that, some vessel might run agin her in the night and git stove in. Let’s leave her, Hiram; we can do no good stopping any longer.”
“Let us first give those chaps there the benefit of a sailor’s grave,” said the mate, pointing to the corpses; and although the men, from some superstitious feeling common enough among seamen, did not like to touch them, the skipper and mate had no such scruples, and heaved the remains of those who might have been murderers or the victims of some atrocious crime overboard, with as much solemnity as they could. After which they all returned to the Susan Jane, which pursued her way to her home port.