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A low groan now came from the hold, and though I could not see, of course I knew what was going on, and could estimate the difficulties of the position. Dumlow's two messmates, in their efforts to help him, were making his position more perilous, for they were forcing their heads and shoulders into the opening, and stopping off what little air could get to him. There was another groan.
I whispered. "Can't we re-take the ship?" "Steady, my lad, don't get out o' breath. That's what we come about, and Neb Dumlow's bylin' over to do it." "Tell us first what is the state of affairs," said Mr Frewen.
But there, I must get back; on'y look here. There'll never be a better chance. Here's an old bosun's whistle; stuff it in yer pocket, and don't blow it till the right moment. When you do, blow hard, and me, Barney, and Neb Dumlow's with you." "But " "Butter be hanged, doctor. You've got three pistols, and the door's open.
"Don't make a row, lad, we're doing our best," came in a distant voice which sounded as far away as poor Dumlow's groans. "Got him, matey?" "Ay, ay." "Both together. Yo ho, ahoy!" This was all quite in a smothered tone, and accompanied by jerking and dragging sounds, which as they were kept up were accompanied and followed by feeble groans. "Quick, quick!" I cried.
"Give it to 'em," cried Barney; and I saw Mr Frewen strike one with a revolver in his hand, but using his fist as if he were boxing, and another man went backwards into the boat, while a blow or two from Neb Dumlow's capstan-bar, which Barney had picked up, sufficed to clear the chains.
He did not answer, but busied himself laying Walters down, and then the lad was so silent that a horrible feeling of dread began to trouble me. I was brought back to other thoughts, though, by the doctor's speaking out of the darkness. "Who else was hurt?" he said. "Neb Dumlow's got a hole in him somewheres, sir," said Barney. "Wish you'd keep that tongue o' yourn quiet, Barney," growled Dumlow.
"I'm very sorry," I shouted; and then in a lower voice to Mr Frewen "Do have a look at poor Walters, sir," I said; "he's very bad." "Yes, he's very bad, Dale, mentally as well as bodily, I hope." "Oh yes, sir; he's horribly sorry now." "Sorry? Hah!" I felt that I was not evoking much sympathy for my messmate, and I changed my attack. "Dumlow's in a lot of pain too, sir," I said.
"I arn't going to be pitched overboard if they arn't. Share and share alike, says I. Fair play's my motto, and no favour. Here, cast off all these here lashins. What d'yer want to tie a fellow up so tight for?" "Take off the ropes," said Jarette, in a voice full of triumph, and I could hear the rustling and rattling noise made as the lines were untied, and directly after Dumlow's voice, saying
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