St. Joseph’s Island is the prettiest of the Iles de Salut.  It is rocky and green, with shallow ravines, bushes, thickets, groves of mango-trees, and many feathery palms.  Six warders armed with revolvers and carbines are in charge of the convicts kept there.

An eight-oared galley keeps up the communication in the daytime, across a channel a quarter of a mile wide, with the Ile Royale, where there is a military post.  She makes the first trip at six in the morning.  At four in the afternoon her service is over, and she is then hauled up into a little dock on the Ile Royale and a sentry put over her and a few smaller boats.  From that time till next morning the island of St. Joseph remains cut off from the rest of the world, with the warders patrolling in turn the path from the warders’ house to the convict huts, and a multitude of sharks patrolling the waters all round.

Under these circumstances the convicts planned a mutiny.  Such a thing had never been known in the penitentiary’s history before.  But their plan was not without some possibility of success.  The warders were to be taken by surprise and murdered during the night.  Their arms would enable the convicts to shoot down the people in the galley as she came alongside in the morning.  The galley once in their possession, other boats were to be captured, and the whole company was to row away up the coast.

At dusk the two warders on duty mustered the convicts as usual.  Then they proceeded to inspect the huts to ascertain that everything was in order.  In the second they entered they were set upon and absolutely smothered under the numbers of their assailants.  The twilight faded rapidly.  It was a new moon; and a heavy black squall gathering over the coast increased the profound darkness of the night.  The convicts assembled in the open space, deliberating upon the next step to be taken, argued amongst themselves in low voices.

“You took part in all this?” I asked.

“No.  I knew what was going to be done, of course.  But why should I kill these warders?  I had nothing against them.  But I was afraid of the others.  Whatever happened, I could not escape from them.  I sat alone on the stump of a tree with my head in my hands, sick at heart at the thought of a freedom that could be nothing but a mockery to me.  Suddenly I was startled to perceive the shape of a man on the path near by.  He stood perfectly still, then his form became effaced in the night.  It must have been the chief warder coming to see what had become of his two men.  No one noticed him.  The convicts kept on quarrelling over their plans.  The leaders could not get themselves obeyed.  The fierce whispering of that dark mass of men was very horrible.