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"Nor I, gentlemen," cried Mr Brymer, warmly. "You have to a man and boy," he added hastily as he glanced at me "proved how I can trust you; but there is not one of you who would not shrink, and naturally too, from shooting down one of our enemies. Am I not right?" "I'm afraid so," replied Mr Frewen, gravely. "Even Mr Denning would shrink from the stern necessity."
"Down with you!" roared Mr Brymer, as the hatch flew up, and there was a flash and report, which the man waited for, and then leaped. "Down with you!" cried Mr Brymer again, but the other two men hesitated, and were hanging back. The next moment they went down headlong, impelled as they were by Bob Hampton and Dumlow.
"Don't go yet," she said. "I must," I cried. "I want to stop, but Mr Brymer uses me now as his tongue and fists. I have to give all his orders to the men." I went to where the mate was seated, received his orders, had them executed, and then met Mr Frewen coming out of Walters' cabin. "Oh, there you are, Dale," he cried. "Go in and talk to that poor wretch for a few minutes.
Never mind the fool; open the door, and don't make me savage, so that I am tempted to go to extremities. Do you hear?" he cried, after a pause. "I'll answer for Mr Brymer," cried the captain, "as you answered for that miserable, treacherous boy. No, he will not open the door for you and your pack to come in and wreck and rob.
"Half of them wouldn't touch it," said Captain Berriman. "I'd suggest grog, but they have spirits no doubt, and they want food." There was a dead silence, and then feeling nervous, and as if I was certain to be snubbed, I ventured to speak. "Wouldn't a tin of the soup do?" I said. Mr Brymer brought his hand down on my shoulder. "The very thing!" he cried eagerly.
One minute I had been ready to give up and think that all was over; the next, as the hot drink sent a glow through me, I was ready to smile back at Miss Denning, and join her in persuading her brother to go to his cabin and change; while the very next minute Mr Brymer came down with a large bottle, and after hastily swallowing a cup of the coffee, he begged for a bottleful to carry up to the men at the wheel.
Saturation had taken up an enormous quantity, but more had gone off into the air turned into steam; and when I went down with Mr Brymer to sound the well, I was astonished to find how small the amount of water was in the ship. "No fear of our sinking, Dale," said the mate; and he went on deck again to look at the tremendous clouds of steam rising from the hold.
"There," said Mr Brymer at last, in answer to Mr Frewen's uneasy looks, "the lads have got that breaker of fresh water down by now, so we'll just take the captain's little compass and chronometer, and a few more things from the store, and be off. Ah, here they are."
The ladies had come out of their cabins, and I saw how eager Miss Denning was to attend upon her brother and Mr Brymer, for whom, in his wounded state, she seemed to be full of sympathy. Then after attending upon him, she flitted to the captain's side, while from time to time Mr Frewen looked on, and appeared to be wishing that he too was wounded so as to be waited upon like that.
The dinner was just ready, when there was a noise from forward; and we hurried to the door-way, but it was only to hear a roaring chorus rise from the forecastle-hatchway. "They have begun at the spirits," said Mr Frewen. And then telling the two sailors to ask Mr Brymer to come and join us, the men went forward, spoke to the mate, and he came to the saloon entrance.
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