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Updated: July 9, 2025
Everything looked calm, and as if the people were happy enough, and never thinking it likely there could be any trouble about Captain Berriman or anything else.
"Frenchy was all talk about our being orficers and gentlemen if we rose again Captain Berriman, but as soon as we did rose he pumps hisself up, and it's all Captain Jarette, and every one else is nobody at all 'cept for him to cuss at." "That was so," growled Hampton.
"A guilty conscience needs no accuser," said the mate, laughing, "a criminal running away from an empty gun!" "A lesson for us in being cautious in making our plans," observed Mr Frewen. "Now, Captain Berriman, will you give us our orders?" "My first idea is, gentlemen, that one of you stand on guard there by the door, and, if the opportunity offers, he is to shoot down that scoundrel Jarette.
The man grinned and came and helped me bear it away to the cook, after which I put away the tackle, hanging it to dry before giving it back to its owner. All at once, just as our life at sea was as calm and peaceful as could be, Captain Berriman grew quite queer in his manner.
"No; Captain Berriman prefers to stay on board to see me pay you back in your own coin," said the mate. "Now, sir, who's the braggart now?" Jarette was silenced for the moment, but he recovered himself directly. "Oh, you're there then?" he cried. "I must punish some of my lads for only half doing their work. There, you are not so mad as Berriman is.
The captain saw us, and came to meet him along with Mr Brymer, the first mate, and both shook hands warmly. "Glad, to see you on deck, sir. There, you've got over your bit of trouble. It was rather a rough beginning." "Yes, and of course I'm not much used to the sea, Captain Berriman," said Mr Preddle, as he walked on by his side with legs rather widely apart, I following behind with Mr Brymer.
"Isn't it horrible?" I whispered, though there was no necessity for restraining my voice. "Horrible?" he said; "it seems to be impossible." "Where's Captain Berriman?" "In his cabin wounded." "And Mr Brymer?" "Yonder. Don't ask." "Is any one else hurt?" I said, lowering my voice still more. "I hardly know how many," he said. "It was a surprise. We were all mastered by treachery.
At last the captain spoke. "There, my dear," he cried, "not another mouthful for me if you don't go to your place by your brother, and have something to eat yourself." "Oh, but I can have something at any time, Captain Berriman, when you are all busy protecting us." "No," cried Captain Berriman, "not another mouthful."
"Silence forward!" cried Mr Brymer, and we were now leaving the ship fast. "Frewen, what does this mean? Where is Mr Den " The doctor shook his head. "We want a long calm," said the mate that evening, as we lay on the glassy sea. "You will have it," said Captain Berriman, and so it proved.
The scoundrels dare not attack us." "Well," said Captain Berriman, slowly, "I have brought out all the arms, but I have a painful announcement to make. The traitor who came round to secure us in our cabins had carried off all the cartridges he could, and those left in the cases had been deluged with water." "Great heaven!" cried Mr Frewen, excitedly; "then the weapons are useless."
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