Chapter 10
"THAT'S MUTINY"Exactly what occurred during Elsa Lee's visit to her
brother-in-law's cabin I have never learned. He was sober, I know,
and somewhat dazed, with no recollection whatever of the previous
night, except a hazy idea that he had quarreled with
Richardson.
Jones and I waited outside. He suggested that we have prayers
over the bodies when we placed them in the boat, and I agreed to
read the burial service from the Episcopal Prayer Book. The voices
from Turner's cabin came steadily, Miss Lee's low tones, Turner's
heavy bass only now and then. Once I heard her give a startled
exclamation, and both Jones and I leaped to the door. But the next
moment she was talking again quietly.
Ten minutes—fifteen—passed. I grew restless and took to
wandering about the cabin
