"I, who am known on board this vessel as John Howland, am the writer of this document. Twenty years ago I was unjustly sentenced to a term of transportation across seas, and my treatment at Norfolk Island was such that I vowed by the God who made me to be revenged on the man who, acting on the representation of his creatures, had caused me to be sent from Hobart Town to that hellish penal settlement. That man, with his wife and children, attended by a suite, is a passenger in this ship, and I have concerted my plan to dispatch him and those who may be dear to him to that Devil to whom the wretch consigned my soul when he ordered me to be sent as a further punishment to Norfolk Island. The destruction of this ship is ensured. Nothing can avert it. A barrel of gunpowder was stowed by well-bribed hands in the East India Docks in the lazarette, to which part of the hold access is easy by means of a small trap door. I am writing this three-quarters of an hour before I proceed to the execution of my scheme, and the realization of my dream of vengeance. When I have completed this document I will place it in a bottle, which I shall carefully cork and seal and cast into the sea through my cabin porthole. I am sorry for the many who must suffer because of the sins of one; but that one must perish, and immediately, in which hope, craving that, when this paper is found it may be transmitted to the authorities at home, so that the fate of my bitter enemy may be known, I subscribe myself, "ISRAEL THOMAS WILKINSON, "Ex-Convict and Ticket-of-Leave Man." THE GREAT TRIANGULAR DUEL By CAPTAIN FREDERICK MARRYAT Jack walked up to the boatswain, and, taking off his hat, with the utmost politeness, said to him: "If I mistake not, Mr. Biggs, your conversation refers to me." "Very likely it does," replied the boatswain. "Listeners hear no good of themselves." "It happears that gentlemen can't converse without being vatched," continued Mr. Easthupp, pulling up his shirt-collar. "It is not the first time you have thought proper to make very offensive remarks, Mr. Biggs; and as you appear to consider yourself ill-treated in the affair of the trousers, for I tell you at once that it was I who brought them on board, I can only say," continued our hero, with a very polite bow, "that I shall be most happy to give you satisfaction." "I am your superior officer, Mr. Easy," replied the boatswain. "Yes, by the rules of the service; but you just now asserted that you would waive your rank: indeed, I dispute it on this occasion; I am on the quarter-deck, and you are not." "This is the gentleman whom you have insulted, Mr. Easy," replied the boatswain, pointing to the purser's Steward.