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Ralph, on rising to his feet, nearly pitched down again, being brought up with a round turn in the lee scuppers. "Easy now, and get 'e sea legs on," suggested Bludson, who was balancing himself dexterously in his walk. The wind had stiffened, and a crisp plain of dancing white caps met Ralph's gaze as he steadied himself by the bulwarks.
In fact others of the crew were now discovered to be tipsy, and that the officers had not found it out before was doubtless owing to the growing laxness of discipline, despite the captain's severity. Gary, accompanied by Bludson and others, now appeared, armed with pistols and cutlasses; but the door leading into the hold was already broken down.
The savages had entered the captain's stateroom and fallen upon the sailor who had taken refuge there. On deck Gary counted his help. He found that besides Bludson and Rucker five sailors were missing. His available force, including himself, Duff and Ralph, amounted only to ten. Two of these were desperately wounded, one having his throat actually torn by the teeth of the cannibals below.
"Yes, he's a shore kid, Neb. Him and me haven't had any dinner. Can't you shake us up a bit of something. Salt horse and skilly will do, if nothin' else is handy." Neb was acquiescent and the boatswain and his charge were soon discussing a hearty meal with molasses, vinegar and water for a beverage instead of coffee. After that Bludson took Ralph aft and introduced him to the second mate, Mr.
The boy noticed that the most of the crew, together with the captain and first mate, were absent. Only Bludson, with three or four sailors, were left on board, after Duff and his boatmen were pulling towards the mouth of the river above. "Now, lads," said Long Tom, "look alive. We've got to get the hold ready against cap'n gets back with the first batch. We're rid of the squeamish ones, I reckon.
He must have thought we were going to Davy Jones any time these three days." Not long after this he saw Long Tom bearing away a covered tin dish from the galley, and hastened to join the boatswain. "Is that the kid's grub?" he demanded, taking off the lid and surveying the contents. "Tis, eh? Well, see here, Bludson, I call it a crying shame. Bread and water still! Heave ahead.
The mate roared with laughter, while Long Tom grinned broadly, and the sailors snickered. "I guess you'll do, my lad," exclaimed Mr. Duff in high good humor. "Come with me and I will show you what the doctor is. Bludson, have that peak block on the foresail gaff slung a little higher. I think she will hoist easier."
A heavy hand came down on his shoulder. "Come now! We don't want no idlin' or staring over the side on this craft. Come along and stow your kit and sling your hammock. Then we'll eat a bite you and me." Thus roused, he followed Tom Bludson into the forecastle, where a low but roomy apartment was lighted both by a swinging lamp and the daylight streaming through the narrow companionway.
But there's a mighty fine cure for all that. Aye, 'tis a bracin', healthful cure." "Tell me, Mr. Bludson. You know I might get seasick, too." "Ye be bound to. Then cap'n 'e'll say lay forrid there and trice up that fo'topmast stays'l brace; and there you is first 'e know fifty feet above the fo' s'l boom, a takin' a good look of an hour or so at old Neptune.
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