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"Ay, ay, sir; I'll try again, o' course." "I say, don't kneel on a man's chesty like that, messmate," grumbled Dumlow. "Then why don't you put your chesty somewheres else?" growled Bob. "You're allers lying about all over the deck." "Nay, I arn't, matey," remonstrated Dumlow. "Speak the truth, my lad, if you can." "Why, you're spreadin' about on your back now, arn't yer?"
Barney grunted, and while Bob passed the rope round Mr Denning so that he could sit in the bight, and then made a hitch round his breast so as to secure him in case his weak hold with his hands gave way, the sailor kept various articles of food in tins flying down to Neb Dumlow, who caught them deftly and stowed them rapidly forward in the bottom of the boat.
The boat was pushed along in the darkness, and without an order being given. "See him?" said Mr Brymer, in a hurried whisper. "No, sir, not yet," growled Bob Hampton. Almost at that moment there was a wild shriek for help just by the boat's side, and Dumlow growled out "I got him." Then came a splashing and a repetition of the cry for help, but this time from the bottom of the boat.
"I don't want to take off your leg, my man, and I can stop up the holes as you call it; but you persist in using it, and if you do, the consequences will possibly be that the wounds will mortify, and the leg get into such a state that I shall have to amputate it to save your life." "Hear this, Mr Dale!" growled Dumlow. I nodded. "That won't do for me.
Surely one of you must know." "It arn't likely, sir, if you don't," growled Dumlow. "But what were we in trouble about?" I said, for I cannot describe it there was the thick feeling of something having happened; but strange as it may seem, neither I nor the men could make anything out about what had preceded our unnatural sleep. "It's a rum 'un," said Bob Hampton at last. "I dunno.
Here you, Blane, lay that powder close up door." "What me, skipper? Anything in going aloft and settin' sail; but I know no more about gunpowder than a babby." "Get out of the way, idiot. Where's Dumlow?" "Which here I be," growled that individual. "Here, lay hold of this powder, and plant it, my lad, and then lay a train." "Take that there powder and lay a train?" said the big sailor. "Yes."
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.
"It seems as if it won't be put out." "Oh, it'll have to, sir, 'fore we've done with it." "How is your wound, Dumlow?" I said, loudly. "Hurt you much?" "Don't shout, Mr Dale, sir. I'm a-goin' out to braxfass with a lady, and I don't want her to hear as I've had a hole punched in me, or she'll be thinking about it all the time." "But does it hurt you much?" I asked. "Tidy, sir.
"Mr Brymer will do his best, and there are three of the best seamen to help." "What?" he cried excitedly. "Hampton, and two more?" "No, no, traitors, don't trust them the scoundrels." "No, we arn't, cap'n," growled Bob Hampton. "We was obliged to sham Abram a bit. Now I do call that 'ere hard, arter me and Dumlow and Barney helped get the ship back again." "You did?" cried the captain.
But we had no mishap, and at last crept out to where Bob Hampton and Dumlow were waiting for us. "You have been a long time, sir," growled the former. "Did you make anything out of it?" "Yes, Bob, I reached the forecastle." "You did, lad! Well done you! I allus thought you'd do something some day."
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