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W. Clark Russell: Robertson

I was having my supper in the cabin under the new regime when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked up. It was Miss Robertson, the rescued girl. Before I could prevent her, she took my hand and kissed it. She told me then of the wrecked ship. Her father, a wealthy Liverpool merchant, was the owner of the ship, which had been bound home from Cape Town. After the storm, the officers and crew, fearing the ship would sink under them, had taken to the boats. She and her father had spent a terrible three days on the wreck, and now her father, already a nervous wreck, was shaken anew by the frightful threats of the mutineers here. She trusted to me for the safety of her father and herself.