THE CONVICT SHIP VOL. II. NEW LIBRARY NOVELS. UNDER SEALED ORDERS. By GRANT ALLEN. 3 vols. A LONDON LEGEND. By JUSTIN H. MCCARTHY. 3 vols. THE TREMLETT DIAMONDS. By ALAN ST. AUBYN. 2 vols. THE DRIFT OF FATE. By DORA RUSSELL. 3 vols. BEYOND THE DREAMS OF AVARICE. By WALTER BESANT. 1 vol. THE MINOR CHORD. By J. MITCHELL CHAPPLE. 1 vol. HIS VANISHED STAR. By C. EGBERT CRADDOCK. 1 vol. ROMANCES OF THE OLD SERAGLIO. By H. N. CRELLIN. 1 vol. VILLAGE TALES AND JUNGLE TRAGEDIES. By B. M. CROKER. 1 vol. MADAME SANS-GÊNE. By E. LEPELLETIER. 1 vol. MOUNT DESPAIR. By D. CHRISTIE MURRAY. 1 vol. THE PHANTOM DEATH. By W. CLARK RUSSELL. 1 vol. THE PRINCE OF BALKISTAN. By ALLEN UPWARD. 1 vol. LONDON: CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY. THE CONVICT SHIP BY W. CLARK RUSSELL AUTHOR OF ‘THE WRECK OF THE GROSVENOR’ ‘MY SHIPMATE LOUISE’ ‘THE PHANTOM DEATH’ ETC. [Illustration] IN THREE VOLUMES--VOL. II. London CHATTO & WINDUS, PICCADILLY 1895 PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE AND CO., NEW-STREET SQUARE LONDON CONTENTS OF THE SECOND VOLUME CHAP. PAGE XVIII. SHE IS TAKEN BEFORE THE COMMANDER 1 XIX. SHE IS QUESTIONED BY THE DOCTOR 30 XX. SHE CONVERSES WITH HER COUSIN 56 XXI. SHE ENTERS UPON HER DUTIES 73 XXII. SHE SEES HER SWEETHEART 92 XXIII. SHE VISITS THE BARRACKS 108 XXIV. SHE ALARMS HER COUSIN 128 XXV. SHE DELIVERS HER LETTER, AND SEES A CONVICT PUNISHED 144 XXVI. SHE ATTENDS CHURCH SERVICE AND WITNESSES A TRAGEDY 159 XXVII. SHE LISTENS TO A CONVERSATION 181 XXVIII. SHE OVERHEARS TWO SAILORS TALKING 196 XXIX. SHE IS ALARMED BY WHAT IS SAID BY THE OFFICERS 207 XXX. SHE CONVERSES WITH HER SWEETHEART 221 XXXI. SHE DESCRIBES A STORM 242 XXXII. SHE DESCRIBES THE SEIZURE OF THE SHIP BY THE CONVICTS 256 XXXIII. SHE DESCRIBES THE BEHAVIOUR OF THE CONVICTS 287 THE CONVICT SHIP CHAPTER XVIII SHE IS TAKEN BEFORE THE COMMANDER I was awakened from a deep slumber by the glare of a lantern upon my eyes, by the weight of a heavy hand upon my shoulder, and by a deep voice roaring out: ‘Here y’are, then! Another convict, is it? Who’s to say what’s right aboard a craft where everything’s wrong? Out you come, my lively!’ And, still half asleep and blinded by the light and deafened by the fellow’s roaring voice, I was dragged as though I had been a child out of the sail and held erect.