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In with you quick, and tell him that if he feels strong enough, I that is, Mr Brymer would be glad if he would come and help to keep watch over the prisoners." "With a rewolver," growled Bob Hampton. "Yes, say with a pistol," said Mr Frewen. "He would be as effective there as a strong man." "Better," growled Bob, "for he understands fire-arm tools, and knows how to shoot."
"On'y to think, gents," growled Bob Hampton, holding a lantern while Mr Brymer and the doctor thrust fresh cartridges into their pistols, "the skipper I mean Frenchy sends Barney aft to speak to the men at the wheel, for they were steering anyhow, and he knowed as this game was going to be played, and Eh? Well, what are you laughing at, Mr Dale? What have I said wrong?"
I went straight back to where Mr Brymer was down in the captain's store-room with a lantern, by whose light I could see before me two of the large well-known drum-shaped tins of portable soup. "Got it?" he said in a whisper. I handed him the packet without a word. "Look here," he said. "There are two kinds, with blue label and yellow label.
He went stark mad last night, and bit and fought till we had to tie him down under the thwarts." "Water water! for heaven's sake, water!" came in a piteous chorus, as the second boat rowed slowly in. "Is it real or a trick?" said Mr Brymer, in a whisper. "Real enough," said Mr Frewen. "The men are suffering horribly, and oh! look! There's no subterfuge there, that man Jarette. He is dead!"
"That must fetch him up if he is below," whispered Mr Brymer, and sure enough the next moment we heard his voice shouting furiously at the men at the wheel, though we could hardly make out a word he said. "Look out! Here he comes!" "To the wheel, not here," said Mr Frewen. "Shall we "
"Don't ask absurd questions, sir," replied Mr Brymer angrily. "Come, Frewen. Now, my lad." He turned away, and before following, Barney Blane got beside me, to say in my ear "Disappynted again, sir. I did think I was to have a go at Frenchy now."
"A great strong healthy lad like you, who has been to sea for eighteen months, to lay up like a sickly weak girl. You ought to be ashamed of yourself." Walters opened his eyes widely and stared. "Dale ought to have tugged you out a couple of days ago, and given you a bucket of water. There, nothing whatever's the matter with him, Brymer. Come along, and I'll report the case to the captain."
Mr Preddle, be ready to come and haul when you are asked, but in the meantime I leave the arms to you. See that they are all loaded and laid ready on the saloon-table, and with the ammunition to hand." "Yes, I'll do that," he said eagerly; and he was moving off. "Stop," cried Mr Brymer.
On reaching the deck, along which I had to guide myself by holding on by the side, and catching at rope and belaying-pin, I found that the sea had risen higher, and the wind was rushing through the rigging with almost hurricane force. But I made my way to the forecastle-hatch, where Mr Preddle was still on guard, as I could see by the light of the swaying lantern, and Mr Brymer was with him.
"But you've got nothing to fight with," I said, for no one spoke now. "Except the oars," said Mr Preddle. "Why, you couldn't climb up the ship's side with an oar in your hand," I cried. "Look here, wouldn't it be best for one of us to get on board in the dark, and try to get some guns or pistols?" "Will you go and try, Dale?" said Mr Brymer, eagerly. "That was what I meant." I was silent.
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