Mrs. Tracey bent her head and covered her face with her hands.
"I knew it," she said, after one sob. "I knew I should never see him again—that they would murder him as they tried to murder me. Will you tell me how you knew it?"
"I saw him lying dead in Sydney. I was told that he shot himself in a fit of melancholy. He was lying on board the Mahina—and the Mahina is here at anchor in this lagoon. I am the chief officer."
"And the captain?"
"His name is Rawlings."
"Ah!—he is one of them, he was the passenger; and who are the other officers?"
"Barradas, a Spaniard, and a Greek."
"Paul, the boatswain! He it was who threw me overboard. Now tell me all you know about my husband. See, I am not crying. My grief is done. I will live now to take vengeance on these cruel murderers."
Barry was about to send his boat's crew out of hearing, but Mrs. Tracey begged him not to do so.
"Let them stay. It can do no harm; and if they are men, they will help me."