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"Two objections to that," said Mr Denning; "the stuff would make it taste, and in all probability some of the men would not take it." "I'll answer for it that Jarette would not touch water," cried Mr Brymer, "so that plan will not do. You can't give it to him with biscuits. Yes, what's the matter?" he cried, for there was a loud rapping at the entrance to the saloon.

We had a light in the saloon too, for I had managed to trim the lamp, and Mr Brymer had been busy hunting out ammunition for the guns. This he had found in the forecastle lying in one of the upper bunks, and with it a couple of revolvers, so that once more we were fairly armed.

"What's to be done?" said Mr Preddle, mildly. "Hadn't you better speak to them, Mr Brymer?" "I feel as if I can only speak by deputy," he replied, and he raised his pistol, "by this. But I don't like firing until the last extremity." "I'll speak to them," said Mr Frewen. "Very well; but get well out of reach. They will not be so merciful as we are."

Miss Denning was back in our citadel, the saloon, where we had all been refreshed with the provisions she had prepared for us. Mr Brymer had begged Mr Denning, too, to go into his cabin, out of the way of danger; but he had flushed up and insisted upon having a chair placed by the cannon, and being furnished with one of the guns and some cartridges.

I saw Jarette bend down to the moaning man, for two of the crew held lanterns over him; and then, as they were all crowding down the hatchway, I hurried into the cabin, closed the door after me, and going to the window, I leaned out, and called in a whisper to Mr Brymer, but there was no answer.

They were seized directly, and pulled away, so that had we liked we could have opened the door widely; and Mr Denning now took up his position here, while Mr Frewen and Mr Preddle stood ready each with their guns, which had not yet been discharged, while I and Mr Brymer were in charge of the two buckets of water.

"I I really hardly know what to say," said Mr Brymer. I did, for I suddenly started from the spot where I stood, after sniffing suspiciously two or three times, shouting "Fire! fire!" For the enemy had evidently been at work insidiously, and had burst its water-chains, and leaped up to attack us again.

"Ah, Brymer! At last!" he cried. "Well?" "Yes, it's well, skipper," said Mr Brymer. "I think we shall save the ship." Captain Berriman's lips moved, as his eyes closed for a few moments. "Can you eat this?" said the mate, offering his sandwich. "Oh no. Miss Denning has been attending to me, bless her!" "Amen, and a double blessing," said Mr Brymer.

"If you can pump, for goodness' sake go forward, and don't talk now," cried Mr Brymer, impatiently. "Here, Dale, is that sickness gone off?" "Oh, yes," I cried eagerly. "Take the branch, then, and direct the stream. Right down, mind, where the glow rises. As he says, we want all our strength there, and you can serve us better here." I seized the brass nozzle and held it ready.

"Isn't it horrible?" I whispered, though there was no necessity for restraining my voice. "Horrible?" he said; "it seems to be impossible." "Where's Captain Berriman?" "In his cabin wounded." "And Mr Brymer?" "Yonder. Don't ask." "Is any one else hurt?" I said, lowering my voice still more. "I hardly know how many," he said. "It was a surprise. We were all mastered by treachery.

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