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Directly after he was swimming for it, seeing that it was the bottom of the capsized boat, about which the crew were clustering. Then a strong hand was stretched out to him, and he was drawn to the keel, Tom Fillot, who had rowed stroke oar, helping him to a good position. "Hold on a bit, sir, and we'll try and right her." "Yes," panted Mark. "Where's Mr Russell?"
You see, them being black, they fits in with the darkness, and as they never laughs you don't see their teeth. I'd go if I was you." Bob hesitated. It would never do for him to show the white feather before the man, and if he did not go Mark Vandean was taking all the credit. Tom Fillot was right, it would be something to talk about, and after another moment's hesitation, he turned to the sailor.
If you say much I'll fetch old Whitney to give you an awful dose." "Tell me this: is the captain much cut up, and Mr Staples, too?" "Of course they are, both of them, horribly." Mark sighed, and was silent for some moments. "Tell me about Tom Fillot," he said at last. "How is he?" "Pretty well all right again." There was another pause, which lasted some minutes, before the sick lad spoke again.
"Oh!" cried Tom Fillot, with an exultant cry, and the next moment the chain was being rattled into the empty cask at a rapid rate, and in very short time, a quarter of a ton was occupying the place of the water. "I think that'll puzzle 'em now, sir," cried Tom; and Mark Vandean breathed freely once again.
"I'm a-coming round, sir, but that there was very near." "Near?" "Yes, sir; I thought I was gone." "But you warn't, mate," said Tom Fillot; "and you and me's got to pollergise for making the cabin floor so wet." "Never mind the cabin floor," said Mark. "You dunno how juicy I am, sir, or you wouldn't talk like that," said Tom. "Are either of you much hurt?" said Mark.
Then now, sir, shall I have a little more canvas shook out, and alter her course, sir?" "No," cried Mark, firmly. "You won't try and take her, sir?" said the sailor, despondently. "Indeed, but I will, Tom Fillot," cried Mark; "but if we begin to chase her, she'll be off, and sail perhaps as quickly as we do. We must trap her, Tom, by pretending to take no notice, and then be ready to go aboard."
But the biggest of the blacks, one of the two armed with capstan bars, rushed down after him, followed by his brave companion, and the next minute there was the sound of a plunge, evidently from the cabin window. Mark and Tom Fillot rushed to the stern together, and looked over. "Have they killed him?" said the midshipman, hoarsely. "No, sir; he's swimming like a seal the warmint.
They can leave off when they like, and row when they like." The men heard his words and ceased pulling for a few minutes to gaze blankly round in search of help, but the shining, sunny haze shut them in, and Tom Fillot settled himself in his seat again. "Better pull, mates," he said, in a harsh, strange voice; "the orficer's right. We're worse off doing nothing."
"We must let her go up with the tide, Tom, or else moor her again by the trees." "Well, we should be brought back again, sir; but I think it would be best to make fast." "Steadily, my lads," said Mark; "let's pull in shore with the tide till I see a good place." "Or, feel it, sir," whispered Tom Fillot. "Yes, or feel it, Tom," said Mark. "How dark it's getting.
"Hadn't I better go too, Mr Russell?" he said. "I understand those two blacks." "Perhaps you had," said the lieutenant, drily. "By all means go." "Thankye, sir," cried Bob; and he stepped toward the hatch, where, as Mr Russell turned away, he found Tom Fillot looking at him with his face puckering up into a broad grin.
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