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It is only a fainting fit from the sudden shock." "Yes, thank you," said Mr Denning, coldly and ungraciously, I thought. "Be good enough to take away your men." "Of course. Come, my lads," said Mr Frewen; and he stepped out of the cabin, followed by Bob Hampton and Dumlow. "It's all right, Mr Denning," I said. "Nothing to mind now."
And, what was more, I knew that he had the stern courage to use it if put to the test, in spite of his weakness. "And if he does use it," I thought, "it could only be against Jarette." "If he does," I said half-aloud, "what a change in the state of affairs it would produce!" "What yer talking about, Mr Dale?" said Dumlow, who was nearest to me of those forward; "not asleep, are you?"
"What is this, fishing-line?" "That's it, sir," said Dumlow. "It's right enough, there arn't no knobs on it, and it stopped the bleeding fine." "Difficult work here, Dale," Mr Frewen whispered to me. "One need have well-educated fingers what surgeons call the tactus eruditus to work like this in the dark." "Terrible," I replied, and I noticed how his voice trembled.
"Yes," said the other sailor; "but I wants to know this: if we two's got our necks in the nooses, why arn't Bob Hampton and Neb Dumlow?" "'Cause we never shoved 'em in, my lad," said Bob Hampton, with a chuckle. "It was all a paddy till we could get the genle-men out to make a fight on it. That's so, arn't it, gents?"
"You keep your place, sir, and speak when you're spoken to," said Walters, sharply. "Certeny, sir. Beg pardon, sir, of course. Here, you Neb Dumlow, and you Barney Blane," cried the man to a couple of his fellows, who were busy tightening the tarpaulin over a boat which swung from the davits.
"Yes, my lads, Hampton, Dumlow, and Blane have been fighting for us all through." "Oh, that's it, is it?" said the man. "Very well. Anything for a quiet life, I says; on'y how much longer are we to be at the wheel?" "I'll have you relieved soon, my men, so do your best, and keep easing her off another point or two now and then."
With the help of Mr Preddle and the sailor, Mr Denning was soon lying back in the stern, and now the mate leaned out to give a few directions to Dumlow. "Have you got that painter fast to the ring-bolt so that you can cast off directly?" "Ay, ay, sir. Hear the pumps going?" "Yes; go on stowing the stores sent down as well as you can. Mr Preddle will help you."
All at once the sound recommenced, stopped, began again, and then much nearer than I had expected there came a struggling and panting, which made my blood run cold. "He's hitched," muttered Bob Hampton, and then in quite a low voice he cried into the opening "Where are you, mate?" "Here," came back in a smothered voice. "I knowed he would," growled Dumlow.
For he seemed to me to be doing everything he could to keep himself from dwelling upon those we had left in the ship. "Hurt you, my man?" he said to Dumlow. "Oh, it tingles a bit, sir; but here, stop, hold hard a minute. None o' them games." "What games? I don't understand you." "No takin' advantage of a poor helpless fellow as trusts yer, doctor!" "Explain yourself, man." "Explain myself, sir?
"I must not move him now," said Mr Frewen gravely. And turning to Dumlow he was about to offer to dress the wound better now that he could see, but the great fellow only laughed. "It'll do, sir," he said. "There's nothing much the matter. I'm not going to make a fuss over that. It's just a pill as old Frenchy give me. If it gets worse I'll ask you for a fresh touch up."
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