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I said, still very roughly, for the sight of the treacherous young wretch made a hot feeling of rage against him rise in my throat. "Not not wounded," he said feebly. "Then what's the matter with you?" I cried contemptuously; "sea-sick?" "No no, that that wretch, Jarette." "What?" cried Mr Brymer, with a mocking laugh. "What? `Wretch Jarette! Do you mean your captain, my worthy young lieutenant?"
Mr Frewen went round to the bow-side of the hatch, and shouted loudly to those in the forecastle, with the result that the chopping ceased, and after a few moments' delay Jarette's voice was heard. "You surrender then, eh?" he shouted. "Look sharp and knock off these boards." Mr Brymer could not help laughing aloud, and a pistol was fired in his direction. "Stop that!" shouted Mr Frewen.
I shouted, for I was about exhausted. "Where are you, boy?" cried Bob Hampton, and he ran to where the man I clung to was just jerking himself clear. Then he came down upon me with a groan as Bob Hampton struck at him, and, half-insensible, he too was dragged to the hatch and thrown down as another shot was fired. "I'm all right!" yelled Mr Preddle, securing the hatch again. "Where's Mr Brymer?"
"And leave the ship in the hands of that scoundrel? Is it likely?" "I beg your pardon, Brymer," whispered Mr Frewen, "I did not know what I was saying. I was half mad." "My dear fellow, I know," was the mate's reply in the same tone. "I'm not going to give up, nor yet despair. There's always a chance for us.
Then the matter was thoroughly discussed, for Mr Frewen's plan proved to be not so easy on consideration as we had at first supposed. "You see, gentlemen," said Mr Brymer, "it's one thing to set a trap, and another to get your rats to walk into it. How were you thinking of giving it to them?" "I thought dissolved in water," replied Mr Frewen.
I mounted higher, and reached the head, to pause there and survey, but as far as I could see there was nothing visible. "That will do; come down," shouted Mr Brymer; and I descended as quickly as I could to the deck, when we took a hurried peep at the forecastle, to find there and in the galley plenty of traces of the hurried departure of Jarette and the crew.
Bang! went the pistol. "I told you so," said Mr Brymer coolly, and at that moment I heard a sharp gasp behind me, and saw that a white face was at the little round cabin-window we were nearing. "When we are passing," said Mr Brymer, "that is, when I say `now, and begin to run off, tell Miss Denning to be of good cheer, for she and her brother shall not be forsaken.
"But he is not fit to leave alone, Miss Denning," said the doctor quickly. "He would not be alone, Mr Frewen," she replied gently. "I should share his watch." "And do you think, my dear child," cried Mr Brymer, "that we big strong men are going to lie down to sleep, and let you watch for us?" "Why not?" she said quietly. "You have all risked your lives to save us. It is the least we can do."
"Starboard watch, ahoy!" cried Mr Brymer, cheerily. "How are you, Miss Denning?" but before she could reply the mate was up with us. "Thank you for keeping watch so well. Any idea what time it is? we hadn't been asleep long, I suppose." Mr Denning uttered a little laugh. "It must be close upon morning," he said. "Morning? Impossible! What do you say, Miss Denning?"
Mr Brymer was the last man I saw on deck, and without doubt that must be he. I lay there, with the perspiration oozing out of every pore, and listened for the next sounds; but all was still for a few moments. Then there were evidently people running about on deck, and a chill of horror ran through me as I now noticed that something was wrong with the ship.
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