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Both lads ran into the cockpit. They were on the edge of the breaking bar. A huge forty-footer reared a foam-crested head far above them, stealing their wind for the moment and threatening to crush the tiny craft like an egg-shell. Joe held his breath. It was the supreme moment.
"Where, sir? where?" cried he in the hoarse voice of Dick. "There, just below there; I saw him." For answer Dick leaned over the gig's bows, and thrust down his boat-hook. "Give way, my lads," he cried, and again and again he thrust down his hook.
"Come on!" cried Tom Reade, setting off in the lead. "We don't know nor care what's in there!" "The house may blow up next," added Greg, following him. All the members of Dick & Co. were now in full retreat. They were courageous lads, but, with the immediate landscape in seeming danger of blowing up, getting away was the wisest possible course.
Dick placed his hands beneath the constable's arms and locked his fingers across his breast, while Tom turned his back as he got between the man's legs, stooped in turn, and proceeded to lift them as if they were the handles of a wheel-barrow. "Ready?" "Yes." "Then both together." The two lads lifted the constable, staggered along a few yards, and set him down again. "Oh, I say!" groaned Tom.
"Now, lads," cried I, "load your muskets again, and pepper the savages as they swarm in over the bulwarks; and if we cannot turn back the rush by that means, I look to you, Simpson and Jones, to sweep the main-deck clear with the carronades. But do not fire them until you see that it is absolutely necessary in order to save the ship. Here they come; now, lads, stand by!"
"For God's sake, man, get these lads on the ice or anywhere out-of-doors for the good of their immortal souls." "Me! And why me, pray?" Captain Jack had asked. "I'm no uplifter. Why jump on me?" "You, because God has bestowed on you the gift to lead men," said the minister with increasing solemnity. "A high gift it is, and one for which God will hold you responsible."
In his boyhood Max could not have those things which lads prize fishing- rods, cricket-bats and sleds, and all such things; but he could take most prizes at school open to competition; he could win in the running-jump, the high-jump, and the five hundred yards' race; and he could organize a picnic, or the sports of the school or town at no cost to himself.
Amongst his dozen of nephews there was not one worthy of succeeding to the title. "They are all ugly, awkward lads, more like peasants than noblemen; all their education has been given them by a pack of ignorant priests; and so it is not to be wondered that the marquis does not care for them much." "But is Leonilda really happy?"
My lads, these are stern times; and this despatch tells me of what will bring the honest British blood into every face, and make every strong man take a firm gripe of his piece as he longs for the order to charge the mutinous traitors to their Queen, who, taking her pay, sworn to serve her, have turned, and in cold blood butchered their officers, slain women, and hacked to pieces innocent babes.
As the Israelites had much trial and suffering to endure after reaching this stage of their journey from Egypt, before they were permitted to "go in and possess the land," so had our lads many a fierce and bloody battle to fight before they, too, might set foot within the Holy City. A few words as to personnel may not be out of place before we leave the subject of this Desert campaign.
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