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and the pine logsworth twenty…five shillings apiece in Hobart Townduly rafted and chained。 The timber was secured； and the convicts； towing it after them； pulled for the ship just as the sun sank。 In the general relaxation of discipline and haste； the raft had not been made with as much care as usual； and the strong current against which the boat was labouring assisted the negligence of the convicts。 The logs began to loosen； and although the onward motion of the boat kept the chain taut； when the rowers slackened their exertions the mass parted； and Mr。 Troke； hooking himself on to the side of the Ladybird； saw a huge log slip out from its fellows and disappear into the darkness。 Gazing after it with an indignant and disgusted stare； as though it had been a refractory prisoner who merited two days' 〃solitary〃； he thought he heard a cry from the direction in which it had been borne。 He would have paused to listen； but all his attention was needed to save the timber； and to prevent the boat from being swamped by the struggling mass at her stern。
The cry had proceeded from Rufus Dawes。 From his solitary rock he had watched the boat pass him and make for the Ladybird in the channel； and he had decidedwith that curious childishness into which the mind relapses on such supreme occasionsthat the moment when the gathering gloom swallowed her up； should be the moment when he would plunge into the surge below him。 The heavily…labouring boat grew dimmer and dimmer； as each tug of the oars took her farther from him。 Presently； only the figure of Mr。 Troke in the stern sheets was visible； then that also disappeared； and as the nose of the timber raft rose on the swell of the next wave； Rufus Dawes flung himself into the sea。
He was heavily ironed； and he sank like a stone。 He had resolved not to attempt to swim； and for the first moment kept his arms raised above his head； in order to sink the quicker。 But； as the short； sharp agony of suffocation caught him； and the shock of the icy water dispelled the mental intoxication under which he was labouring； he desperately struck out； and； despite the weight of his irons； gained the surface for an instant。 As he did so； all bewildered； and with the one savage instinct of self…preservation predominant over all other thoughts； be became conscious of a huge black mass surging upon him out of the darkness。 An instant's buffet with the current； an ineffectual attempt to dive beneath it； a horrible sense that the weight at his feet was dragging him down；and the huge log； loosened from the raft； was upon him； crushing him beneath its rough and ragged sides。 All thoughts of self…murder vanished with the presence of actual peril； and uttering that despairing cry which had been faintly heard by Troke； he flung up his arms to clutch the monster that was pushing him down to death。 The log passed completely over him； thrusting him beneath the water； but his hand； scraping along the splintered side； came in contact with the loop of hide rope that yet hung round the mass； and clutched it with the tenacity of a death grip。 In another instant he got his head above water； and making good his hold； twisted himself； by a violent effort； across the log。
For a moment he saw the lights from the stern windows of the anchored vessels low in the distance； Grummet Rock disappeared on his left； then； exhausted； breathless； and bruised； he closed his eyes； and the drifting log bore him swiftly and silently away into the darkness。
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At daylight the next morning； Mr。 Troke； landing on the prison rock found it deserted。 The prisoner's cap was lying on the edge of the little cliff； but the prisoner himself had disappeared。 Pulling back to the Ladybird； the intelligent Troke pondered on the circumstance； and in delivering his report to Vickers mentioned the strange cry he had heard the night before。 〃It's my belief； sir； that he was trying to swim the bay；〃 he said。 〃He must ha' gone to the bottom anyhow； for he couldn't swim five yards with them irons。〃
Vickers； busily engaged in getting under weigh； accepted this very natural supposition without question。 The prisoner had met his death either by his own act； or by accident。 It was either a suicide or an attempt to escape； and the former conduct of Rufus Dawes rendered the latter explanation a more probable one。 In any case； he was dead。 As Mr。 Troke rightly surmised； no man could swim the bay in irons； and when the Ladybird； an hour later； passed the Grummet Rock； all on board her believed that the corpse of its late occupant was lying beneath the waves that seethed at its base。
CHAPTER VII。
THE LAST OF MACQUARIE HARBOUR。
Rufus Dawes was believed to be dead by the party on board the Ladybird； and his strange escape was unknown to those still at Sarah Island。 Maurice Frere； if he bestowed a thought upon the refractory prisoner of the Rock； believed him to be safely stowed in the hold of the schooner； and already half…way to Hobart Town； while not one of the eighteen persons on board the Osprey suspected that the boat which had put off for the marooned man had returned without him。 Indeed the party had little leisure for thought； Mr。 Frere； eager to prove his ability and energy； was making strenuous exertions to get away； and kept his unlucky ten so hard at work that within a week from the departure of the Ladybird the Osprey was ready for sea。 Mrs。 Vickers and the child； having watched with some excusable regret the process of demolishing their old home； had settled down in their small cabin in the brig； and on the evening of the 11th of January； Mr。 Bates； the pilot； who acted as master； informed the crew that Lieutenant Frere had given orders to weigh anchor at daybreak。
At daybreak accordingly the brig set sail； with a light breeze from the south…west； and by three o'clock in the afternoon anchored safely outside the Gates。 Unfortunately the wind shifted to the north…west； which caused a heavy swell on the bar； and prudent Mr。 Bates； having consideration for Mrs。 Vickers and the child； ran back ten miles into Wellington Bay； and anchored there again at seven o'clock in the morning。 The tide was running strongly； and the brig rolled a good deal。 Mrs。 Vickers kept to her cabin； and sent Sylvia to entertain Lieutenant Frere。 Sylvia went； but was not entertaining。 She had conceived for Frere one of those violent antipathies which children sometimes own without reason； and since the memorable night of the apology had been barely civil to him。 In vain did he pet her and compliment her； she was not to be flattered into liking him。 〃I do not like you； sir；〃 she said in her stilted fashion； 〃but that need make no difference to you。 You occupy yourself with your prisoners； I can amuse myself without you； thank you。〃 〃Oh； all right；〃 said Frere； 〃I don't want to interfere〃； but he felt a little nettled nevertheless。 On this particular evening the young lady relaxed her severity of demeanour。 Her father away； and her mother sick； the little maiden felt lonely； and as a last resource accepted her mother's commands and went to Frere。 He was walking up and down the deck； smoking。
〃Mr。 Frere； I am sent to talk to you。〃
〃Are you？ All rightgo on。〃
〃Oh dear； no。 It is the gentleman's place to entertain。 Be amusing！〃
〃Come and sit down then；〃 said Frere； who was in good humour at the success of his arrangements。 〃What shall we talk about？〃
〃You stupid man！ As if I knew！ It is your place to talk。 Tell me a fairy story。〃
〃'Jack and the Beanstalk'？〃 suggested Frere。
〃Jack and the grandmother！ Nonsense。 Make one up out of your head； you know。〃
Frere laughed。
〃I can't；〃 he said。 〃I never did such a thing in my life。〃
〃Then why not begin？ I shall go away if you don't begin。〃
Frere rubbed his brows。 〃Well； have you readhave you read 'Robinson Crusoe？'〃as if the idea was a brilliant one。
〃Of course I have；〃 returned Sylvia； pouting。 〃Read it？yes。 Everybody's read 'Robinson Crusoe！'〃
〃Oh； have they？ Well； I didn't know； let me see now。〃 And pulling hard at his pipe； he plunged into literary reflection。
Sylvia； sitting beside him； eagerly watching for the happy thought that never came； pouted and said； 〃What a stupid； stupid man you are！ I shall be so glad to get back to papa again。 He knows all sorts of stories； nearly as many as old Danny。〃
〃Danny knows some； then？〃
〃Danny！〃with as much surprise as if she said 〃Walter Scott！〃 〃Of course he does。 I suppose now；〃 putting her head on one side； with an amusing expression of superiority； 〃you never heard the story of the 'Banshee'？〃
〃No； I never did。〃
〃Nor the 'White Horse of the Peppers'？〃
〃No。〃
〃No； I suppose not。 Nor the 'Changeling'？ nor the 'Leprechaun'？〃 〃No。〃
Sylvia got off the skylight on which she had been sitting； and surveyed the smoking animal beside her with profound contempt。
〃Mr。 Frere； you are really a most ignorant person。 Excuse me if I hurt your feelings； I have no wish to do that； but really you are a most ignorant personfor your age； of course。〃
Maurice Frere grew a little angry。 〃You are very impertinent； Sylvia；〃 said he。