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"I guess she's ours," he whispered. They were now close enough to make out the bark's name upon her counter, "Lady Letty," and Wilbur was in the act of reading it aloud, when a huge brown dorsal fin, like the triangular sail of a lugger, cut the water between the dory and the bark. "Shark!" said Kitchell; "and there's another!" he exclaimed in the next instant, "and another!
The second mate roused the watch, who had apparently taken refuge in the forecastle from the storm; the sloop was hauled up under the bark's stern; a second line was thrown to Bowsher, and one by one we were hoisted, in a sort of improvised breeches-buoy, to the Onward's quarterdeck.
There was a boy on board, a steerage passenger, who had been back and forth several times on this Liverpool line of packets. He was set to singing, and his sweet, clear voice rang out with song after song, almost all of them sad ones. At last one of the crew called on him for a song which he made some demur at singing. "My crew are tried, my bark's my pride, I'm the Pirate of the Isles."
A Home! a Gordon! was the cry; Loud were the clanging blows: Advanced forced back -now low, now high, The pennon sunk and rose; As bends the bark's mast in the gale When rent are rigging, shrouds and sail, It wavered 'mid the foes."
But we kep' pushin' on to see what else there was. It's my 'pinion that the biggest part of that bark's cargo was blowed into mince-meat, an' the most of the rest of it was so heavy that it sunk. But it wasn't all busted up, an' it didn't all sink.
Wilbur ran up, peered over the little space between the wheel and the wheel-box, and looked straight into a pair of eyes eyes that were alive. Kitchell came up. "One left, anyhow," he muttered, looking over Wilbur's shoulder; "sailor man, though; can't interfere with our salvage. The bark's derelict, right enough. Shake him out of there, son; can't you see the lad's dotty with the gas?"
Duncan," said the captain, "there are fully forty men on that bark's deck, all dressed alike all in red shirts and knitted caps and all dancing around like madmen. Look!" He handed the glass to the first lieutenant, who brought it to bear. "Strange," said the officer, after a short scrutiny; "there were only a few showing when we spoke her outside. It looks as though they were all drunk."
The cook emptied a pan of ashes on him, and he replied with cod-heads. The bark's crew fired small coal from the galley, and the dories threatened to come aboard and "razee" her. They would have warned her at once had she been in real peril; but, seeing her well clear of the Virgin, they made the most of their chances.
For he dared not smoke; stewards, cooks, and sailors were all about him. In three days the bark's nose was as high as the seven-part tackle would bring it, with all men heaving who could find room at the windlass-brakes. Then they clapped a luff-tackle on the fall, and by heaving on this, nippering and fleeting up, they lifted the fore-hatch and forecastle scuttle out of water which was enough.
My daughter's worried." "Oh, Mr Peth's all right," said Jarrow. "His bark's worse'n his bite. He feels a little awkward with you folks aboard, that's all. It was the old man scraped him." "I've already chipped the old man about it," said Locke. "I wish you'd let the matter drop. What did Mr. Peth decide to do?" "He's set on bunkin' with the men," said Jarrow.
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