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Updated: June 12, 2025
I'm not grumbling, mind, but it seems very unlikely we shall be still afloat to-morrow morning." "We shall pull through, I tell you." "Well," said Dayton-Philipps, "I suppose you are a man that's always met with success. I'm not. I've got blundering bad luck all along, and if there's a hole available, I get into it." Captain Kettle laughed aloud into the storm. "Me!" he cried. "Me in luck!
But as for me, I've got another twenty hours' wakefulness in me yet, if needs be. This chance has mercifully been sent in my way, as I've said, but naturally it's expected of me that I do my human utmost as well to see it through." "If you stay on at this heart-breaking work, so do I," said Dayton-Philipps, and toiled gamely on at the pump.
"Don't apologize," said Dayton-Philipps. "I don't know the name of one string from another, and I'm quite conscious of my deficiency. But just watch me put in another spell at those infernal pumps." The list was of less account now, and the vessel was once more under command of her canvas. It was the leak which gave them most cause for anxiety.
Kettle and Dayton-Philipps gamely kept level with them. The Italian ganger turned out to have his pride also, and did not lag, and only the free-born British subject from Sierra Leone endeavored to shirk his due proportion of the toil. The heat under the decks was stifling, and dust rose from the wheat in choking volumes, but the pace of the circling shovels was never allowed to slacken.
But by degrees, as the vast rollers hit and shook her with their ponderous impact, she came upright again, and after a little while shook the grain level in her holds, and assumed her normal, angle of heel. Dayton-Philipps struggled up and, hit Kettle on the shoulder. "How's that, umpire?" he bawled. "My faith, you are a clever, sailor." Captain Kettle touched his hat.
Still he sent Dayton-Philipps and the trimmer on deck to take a spell at the pumps, and himself resumed his shovel-work alongside the others. Straight away on through the night the six men stuck to their savage toil, the blood from their blistered hands reddening the shafts of the shovels.
There were four on board the ship during that terrible night who openly owned to being cowed, and freely bewailed their insanity in ever being lured away from the M'poso. Dayton-Philipps had sufficient self-control to keep his feelings, whatever they were, unstated; but Kettle faced all difficulties with indomitable courage and a smiling face.
Presently you shall meet with your reward." Dayton-Philipps stared. Was the man going mad? "And that's what it is, sir, that makes me sure I shall bring this vessel into some port safely and pocket the salvage." "Look here, Skipper," said Dayton-Philipps, "you are just fagged to death, and I'm the same.
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