Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 22, 2025
Buckrow was at the port end of the bridge, with a glass to his eyes scanning the rim of the sea; but Meeker, or Thirkle, kept aloof from his men, and he might well have been an admiral on the bridge of his flagship the Devil's Admiral, indeed! "Take a look at them," I whispered to Riggs, and made way for him at the scuttle peephole. "Blast him!" raged Riggs as he saw the scene on the bridge.
"Cheer up, captain; we'll beat them yet," I said as cheerily as I could. "We're lost," he moaned. "Light the slush-lamp, they won't bother us now." "But let's get on deck and give them a fight," I said. "It won't do any good to stay down here " The board at the scuttle rattled, and we listened. I stooped and groped for the belaying-pin. "They got below," growled Buckrow.
I tried to open my eyes, but couldn't. "Then the Kut Sang didn't go down at all," said Thirkle's voice. "Nice job you two will have getting clear of this place with the gold now. Our dear friend, Mr. Trenholm isn't alone, I'll bet a hat on that." "Bet yer hat with the devil himself for all the good it will bring," growled Buckrow. "This ain't none of your affair, Mr.
We waited for a quarter of an hour, keeping close watch on the beach, but we saw him no more. "He made a little beacon with three stones," explained the captain. "I ain't sure just what it means, but Thirkle ain't the man to leave such work to Buckrow. You can bet Thirkle will know how to find the gold again without asking Buckrow for the bearings.
"Do you think Buckrow and the other two know about this, Mr. Harris?" "It ain't clear to me, so far as that goes, but Trenjum and the parson do. I looks at it this way they knowed ye didn't know, and that Trego might tell ye; so they ups and lets a knife into him before he can tell, and then we're up in the air.
While Petrak held the spoke of the wheel with one hand, he rasped at the iron upon it with a file, cutting away the heavy manacle. Riggs and I took turns at the scuttle, and saw Thirkle and Buckrow and Long Jim carry up a dozen or more sacks. Some were put in the second boat, farther aft and out of the range of our vision, hidden as it was from us by the corner of the superstructure.
Luther Meeker, and Buckrow, Long Jim, and Petrak came aboard the Kut Sang, giving their descriptions as well as I could remember. Then I told of the killing of Trego, and all that had happened aboard the steamer, and about the gold and the plight we were in, "skeletonizing" the narrative, much as if it were to be filed as a news-cable.
Riggs and Harris were talking together, but we could not make out what they were saying. I lay under the bunk at the very feet of Buckrow, dazed and bruised from my fall, yet keenly aware of the situation and strangely cool, thrilled and fascinated with the drama being played about me.
Trenholm; and, as we are in the same boat now, I trust that what little animosity you may have borne against me in the past can now be forgotten. Mr. Buckrow has the game in his hands now." "Ye say the Kut Sang went down clean?" asked Buckrow. "Not a sign of her," I said. "Captain Riggs and the black boy went with her, and I hadn't a minute to spare.
I say, where did we git them three jewels the writin' chap brought the little red killer, and the parson brought the long fellow and Buckrow. Looks funny to me, cap'n and we don't want no Devil's Admiral aboard of us." "Mr. Harris!" exclaimed Captain Riggs getting to his feet, "you are not fool enough to believe stories about the Devil's Admiral, are you?
Word Of The Day
Others Looking