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I then shouted to the rest of my companions, and was thankful to hear Boxall's voice. "Strike out ahead; we have not far to swim," he answered, and presently he was close up to us. Neither Ben nor Jose, however, replied to our shouts; but self-preservation compelled us to try and make the best of our way to the shore, without attempting to look for them.
However, it may be to our advantage, for it will be far safer to land when it is calm than with so strong a breeze as is now blowing. At all events, unless the wind changes, we shall reach the shore at last." Another hour went by. According to Boxall's predictions, the weather was improving.
"Hold fast! hold fast!" again shouted Boxall, "and we shall be carried safely through." The breakers did not appear so high as they had done a little way off, and we all had hopes that Boxall's predictions would prove correct. But we had not much time for thinking; my head whirled and I felt giddy as I looked at the tumbling, foaming waters surrounding us.
We did the journey within the six hours werry good work, considering the load and the state of the roads. No coach like the "Age" in my opinion. I was so werry much pleased with Brack's driving, that I presented him with a four-in-hand whip. I put up at Jonathan Boxall's, the Star and Garter, one of the pleasantest and best-conducted houses in all Brighton.
At Boxall's suggestion, we took it apart and dragged the pieces down to the edge of the water, so that when put together again it might float as the tide came in. We also lashed it together more securely and balanced it better than before, while from one of the boards we cut out two fresh paddles; thus all hands were able to urge on the raft.
The planks and spars, under Boxall's directions, we rapidly lashed together, and Halliday and I each got hold of a small piece of board. Launching our roughly-constructed raft abaft the mainmast, we threw ourselves on it and paddled away from the wreck for our lives.
"Providence has sent this fruit for our relief," said Boxall. "Let us be thankful to the Giver." There were six apiece. We stowed them away in our pockets, for we had nowhere else to put them. They might be, we thought as indeed they were the means of preserving our lives. By Boxall's advice we ate only one each, reserving the others till hunger and thirst might press us more than at present.
Having eaten as much as we could swallow, we now turned the undamaged side of the cask uppermost, so as to cover its contents; and then, at Boxall's suggestion, we made our way to a spot a short distance off, between some sand-hills, where, pretty well worn out, we threw ourselves down to rest. Though thankful to get back honest Ben, we felt very melancholy at the dreary prospect before us.
Happily, none of the savages could swim, or, at all events, they dared not trust themselves in the water, fearing that if they did so Boxall might have attacked them with his sword; though some, in their rage, threw large pieces of wood and other articles, which came very near us; and one of the most furious flung his knife, which happily passed between Boxall's legs.
However, here we are talking away, and neglecting to return thanks for our deliverance from the dangers we have gone through, and forgetting all about our unfortunate companions." I felt rebuked by Boxall's remark, and so, I dare say, did Halliday.
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