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"You'd better!" roared Dumlow, raising a leg to kick the first man who approached him, and now I started, for Walters spoke. "Don't be fools, you two," he said; "Bob Hampton has joined us." "Yer lie, yer young warmint," cried Dumlow; "Bob Hampton wouldn't be such a sneak." Walters winced at the man's words, but he pointed aft. "Look," he said; "there he is at the wheel steering."
"Right, sir," I said, in a disappointed tone, and then I brightened up, for he told Dumlow to stop instead. "Don't be long," said Mr Preddle. "I want to see to my fish."
Yer can't 'spect the young lady to stand all day a-holding the coffee-pot up in the air, while you're a-talking out all the breath in your chest. Do send him on, sir." "All right; coming," growled Dumlow, and he went on, leaving me to fight with the fire, listening to the hissing and sputtering of the steam, fire, and water, and to the steady clang-clank of the pump.
"Wait a few minutes and then take one of the men, say Dumlow, and serve out the stuff to them, passing down a fresh supply of biscuits as well. What's the matter?" I flushed up. "I I don't quite like doing it, Mr Brymer," I said. He looked at me angrily, but his face softened directly. "No," he said, "it is not a pleasant task.
"Ahoy yonder!" roared Dumlow. "That theer arn't you, is it, Bob?" "Me it is, messmet," said Hampton, coolly. "Sure, messmet?" "Ay. All right." "Why, you arn't jyned 'em, have you, lad?" said Blane. "Ay, I've jyned, lad," replied Hampton, and then "Say, skipper, hadn't I better keep her off a pynte or two?" "Yes," shouted Jarette. "Well, I'm blessed," growled Dumlow. Then aloud "Hi!
"There," cried Bob Hampton, as we all stood there breathless with excitement, and quite forgetful of the storm raging round us, "if anybody had told me, Neb, as Barney would have been such a cur, I'd ha' hit him in the mouth for a liar." "Yah!" growled Dumlow, "and I've shook hands with him and called him `mate' scores o' times. Yah!" "Never mind, gents, we've done it, eh?" cried Bob Hampton.
"Yes, get a lantern," said Mr Brymer; "stop, I'll come with you and stay with Mr Preddle and Dumlow; we mustn't have the scoundrels break loose. Ha! What's that?" The mate asked the question, but we all knew what it was, and started forward at once, for it was the report of a pistol, plainly heard in a lulling of the wind.
The need ceased the next moment, for before we could decide whether the signal ought to be given by firing a pistol, Neb Dumlow appeared in the feeble glow shed by the lantern, coming out of the black darkness in a peculiarly weird fashion. "Ahoy!" he growled. "Mate says, is all right?"
I felt better now, and walked forward to where the pump was rigged, and helped to drag the hose along the narrow path beneath, the bulwarks to where Neb Dumlow was now stationed with the brass nozzle at the end of the canvas tube, and Mr Brymer instructed him how to direct the stream of water as soon as the pump was started. "Better let me pump, sir," he grumbled.
If we do that it ought to be after dark. But I don't think there will be any chance, for they are sure to be well fastened down. Listen again. There must be some one on deck." "Yes, sir, for sartain, but they'll be up at the other end. Dessay they're a-feeding o' themselves, and got plenty to drink." "Ay, trust 'em, messmate," growled Dumlow, "but it's no use to grumble.
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