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It'd be a charity to wring 'em out to dry." "Arter taking on 'em off, and givin' on 'em four dozen a-piece on the bare back, and say no more about it," growled Neb Dumlow, "for I forgive far as I'm consarned." But there could be no "say no more about it" in such a case as this.
That day passed by slowly and monotonously. We were visited from time to time by Jarette or one of his men, but always with a strong guard outside, in which I noted Blane and Dumlow, but they were not allowed to enter the cabin or hold any communication with us, for they had not originally been of the mutineer party, and Jarette evidently mistrusted them still.
If they do I'll bring you some o' my wittles and drink." "Look here, Dumlow," I said, "where are the officers and the passengers?" "Shut up, sir, in their cabins, like precious crocks in a cupboard, that's where they are; and now you're just the same, only you've got a crack in you somewheres."
"True as gorspel, sir; and ready along with Neb Dumlow and Barney Blane to pitch old Frenchy overboard, or drown him in a water-cask, if you say the word, or Mr Frewen either, though I'd rayther take it from you, my lad, as you're one of the officers of the Burgh Castle and it'd come better like than from our doctor, and no disrespectment either."
I cried again, as I pressed my temples with my hands, for I could see a faint gleam of light peeping through into my head, or so it seemed; but it kept on dying out again, and I was blank of memory again as ever. "Did you say wittles?" cried Dumlow, suddenly. "Ay, mate, I did." "Why, I 'members something 'bout wittles. O' course. Me and you, Bob." "When? Where?"
There isn't one of us, from grim-looking Neb Dumlow or brown Bob Hampton up to the doctor, who wouldn't cheerfully give his life to save her from harm." "Yes, yes," cried Mr Denning, with the weak tears in his eyes, "I know." "And I too," said Miss Denning, in a choking voice, "though I do not know what I have done to deserve it." "You don't?" cried Mr Brymer; "then I'll tell you, my dear.
Then I saw Mr Frewen catch at one of the shrouds and stand gazing at him vacantly, and then I felt quite pleased, for Bob Hampton was there along with Neb Dumlow. "It is all going to be right now," I thought, though I did not know that anything was wrong, and I felt as if I was just dropping off into a delicious sleep. But all was quite clear and plain again, as I heard Bob Hampton say
"Here, give 's a drop o' summat; I'm as dry inside as a biscuit-bag." And my lips and throat felt dry too with excitement, while a strange feeling of despair came over me. Walters, Bob Hampton, Dumlow, and Blane all turned traitors. What was to become of the poor passengers, the officers, and myself? There was only one way out of the difficulty, and that was to join the prisoners in the cabin.
"Mr Preddle Dumlow," I cried, "stow these aft;" and I threw down the articles I had brought, and went to fetch others from the cabin, passing Bob Hampton and Barney, who were collecting everything they could find in the way of provisions, tins, bottles, bags, from the captain's stores, and throwing them down.
I was called aft soon after, and I saw Dumlow go forward, disappearing amongst the steam, while I went to Mr Frewen and helped him while he dressed Walters' wound, and was with him afterwards when he went to the captain and Mr Denning, both of whom were certainly easier now.
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