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The white gunboat without a word of explanation fired three guns at the flat-iron, cutting the trees on the banks into green chips. Bai-Jove-Judson was at the wheel, and Mr. Davies and the current helped the boat to an almost respectable degree of speed. It was an exciting chase, but it did not last for more than five minutes. The white gunboat fired again, and Mr.
"I want to get this gun on that house," said Bai-Jove-Judson, indicating the superior dwelling over whose flat roof floated the blue and white flag. The little twin screws kicked up the water exactly as a hen's legs kick in the dust before she settles down to a bath.
Davies in his engine-room gave a wild shout. "What's the matter? Hit?" said Bai-Jove-Judson. "No, I've just seized of your roos-de-gare. Beg y' pardon, sir." "Right 0! Just the half a fraction of a point more." The wheel turned under the steady hand, as Bai-Jove-Judson watched his marks on the bank coming in line swiftly as troops anxious to aid.
He skipped over the side beaming, and Bai-Jove-Judson went into the cabin to laugh his laugh out. When he had recovered a little he sent Mr. Davies to the head of the Pioneers, the dusty man with the gatlings, and the troops who had abandoned the pursuit of arms watched the disgraceful spectacle of two men reeling with laughter on the quarter-deck of a gunboat.
You are loyalist also. You would not disturb to the peaceful Europe? Captain, I tell you this. Your Queen she know too. She would not fight her cousins. It is a a hand-up thing." "What?" "Hand-up thing. Jobe you put. How you say?" "Put-up job?" "Yes. Put-up job. Who is hurt? We win. You lose. All righta?" Bai-Jove-Judson had been exploding at intervals for the last five minutes.
"What can you shake out of her, Judson?" said the Lieutenant of the "Mongoose", a real white-painted, ram- bow gunboat with quick-firing guns, as he came into the upper verandah of the little naval Club overlooking the dockyard one hot afternoon. It is in that Club as the captains come and go that you hear all the gossip of all the Seven Seas. "Ten point four," said Bai-Jove-Judson. "Ah!
Our honour is the honour of our King," here he uncovered, "and of our Queen," here he bowed low. "Now, Captain, you shall shell my palace and I shall be your prisoner." "Skittles!" said Bai-Jove-Judson. "I can't shell that old hencoop." "Then come to dinner. Madeira, she are still to us, and I have of the best she manufac."
Davies, himself a man of few words, confided to one of his subordinates that Lieutenant Judson was "a most remarkable prompt officer in a way of putting it." For two hours the flat-iron pawed madly through the muddy water, and that which had been at first a mutter became a distinct rumble. "Was war declared?" said Mr. Davies, and Bai-Jove-Judson laughed.
And the one big blunt gun in the bows of the flat-iron was unpleasantly near. But the captain was valiant and swore mightily. Bai-Jove-Judson took no sort of notice. His business was to go up the river. "We will come in a flotilla of boats and ecrazer your vile tricks," said the captain with language that need not be published.
"Judson, the Admiral wants to see you!" said the Staff-Captain, disregarding the scoffer of the "Mongoose". "I told you you'd be a dockyard-tender yet, Juddy. A side of fresh beef to-morrow and three dozen snapper on ice. On ice, you understand, Juddy?" Bai-Jove-Judson and the Staff-Captain went out together. "Now, what does the Admiral want with Judson?" said Keate from the bar. "Don't know.
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