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Roka drew back, and planted his left foot firmly in the sand, as he placed the muzzle of his carbine against Chard's breast, and Chard, grasping the barrel in his left hand to steady himself, bent his dreadful face upon his chest.
Carr, and pick out your trade goods for the Mortlocks." Harvey leant back in his lounge. "I don't think I shall require any goods for the Mortlocks Islands, Mr. Chard." "What do you mean?" and Chard's face flushed with anger. "I mean exactly what I say," replied Carr nonchalantly. "I say that I shall not want any trade goods for the Mortlocks Islands.
At this time the captain's boat was about three miles distant from that of the second mate, and Oliver's between the two, but much nearer to Hendry and Chard's than to Atkins's. She was under both mainsail and jib, and as the sea was again very smooth was slipping through the water very quickly under a now steady breeze, as she stood towards the mate's boat.
Jessop would give us away in any case over the cause of the fire, if he said nothing else. It's their lives or ours." "What is it to be?" muttered Hendry, drawing the steer oar inboard, and putting his eager, cruel eyes close to Chard's face. "This is what it must be. You and I, Louis, will be 'the only survivors of the "Motutapu" which took fire at sea.
"We must cast off," said Atkins in a low voice, "we can do no more." As he spoke a bullet from Chard's Snider struck the water about thirty yards away, and springing up, he seized his own rifle again. Huka placed his hand on the officer's arm, and then turned to Harvey and spoke in Samoan, gravely and with solemn emphasis, though his brown cheeks were wetted with tears.
"Then what are we to do?" asked Hendry in a curious, husky voice, for Chard's mocking, careless manner filled him with a savage hatred, which only his fear of the man made him restrain. "Let us talk it over quietly, Louis. But take a drink first," and he handed the captain some rum-and-water. Hendry drank it in gloomy silence, and waited till the supercargo had taken some himself.
Harvey responded civilly enough, while Tessa, who had learned from the chief mate of the treacherous part they were playing towards her friend, could not repress a scornful curl of her lip as she listened to Chard's jocular admonition to Harvey, "to hurry up and put on some flesh, if only for the reputation of the cook of the Motutapu."
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