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Baron Schroeder boasts three specimens which have not yet flowered, however. From Burmah comes D. Brymerianum, of which the story is brief, but very thrilling if we ponder it a moment. For the missionaries sent this plant to Europe without a description they had not seen the bloom, doubtless and it sold cheap enough. We may fancy Mr. Brymer's emotion, therefore, when the striking flower opened.
I felt horribly nervous as I thought of the wounds received by Walters and Dumlow, but I drew my breath hard, as I stood up in the boat and tried not to look alarmed, though, as I waited for Mr Brymer's orders to speak, I knew that I must offer the most prominent object for the mutineer's aim.
Just then a gruff, familiar voice came out of the steam behind me. "Mr Brymer's orders, sir, as you're to hand me the nozzle, and go aft and get a refresher. Says you must be choked enough." "Did he order me to go, Bob?" I said. "That's it, sir. Give's hold." I handed the nozzle. "Talk about a fog," he cried; "this is a wunner. I say, Mr Dale." "Yes."
For, far away on that gleaming path of gold, I could plainly see a couple of black specks. Half-stifled with emotion, I caught at Mr Brymer's arm, and pointed as I looked in his face, and tried to speak, but no words would come. I must have pointed widely, for he turned quickly, looked in the direction indicated by my finger, and then clapped me on the shoulder.
"I'm afraid it will be some time before they get any more refreshments," said Mr Preddle, laughing; and now by Mr Brymer's orders a tarpaulin was drawn over the top of the hatch, but it had not been there a minute before a knife-blade was passed through it, and a good-sized piece cut out.
Then I started, for from close behind me came Mr Brymer's voice "How are you getting on, my lad?" "I don't know; I can't see." "No, but I can. Capitally," he cried. "There must be a tremendous body of fire down below; far more than I thought." "But is there any fear of our pumping too much down and sinking the ship after all?" Mr Brymer burst into a cheery laugh.
That morning, by Mr Brymer's orders, he filled a number of bottles with fresh water, and got ready a quantity of biscuits, which he was told to bear to the mutineers. "But I dursen't, sir," he said. "That Jarette would swear I was a traitor as soon as he heard my voice, and shoot me same as he did poor Phipps." "What! the steward?" cried Mr Frewen. "Yes, sir, dead, on the night they rose."
But to my astonishment he leaped up, dashed at me, striking out right and left, and the next minute there would have been an angry fight on the way, if the door had not suddenly darkened and a voice which I recognised as Mr Brymer's exclaimed "Hullo! what's all this?" My rising anger was checked on the instant as Walters started back, and the chief mate and Mr Frewen came in.
But we did not wish to safely reach land in that way, and the exaltation in Mr Brymer's face and tone was due to the power which Jarette had unwittingly placed in our leader's hands. "He never thought of it; he could not have thought of it," said Mr Brymer.
So I ran for my life to take refuge with the crew in the forecastle; but as I reached it, there was struggling and fighting going on there, and I crossed the deck to run back aft on the other side, meaning to reach Mr Brymer's cabin or Mr Frewen's if I could. For a moment I fancied that I had evaded my pursuer, but there was another dash made for me again out of the darkness, and I ran on.
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