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"Look here," said Mr Frewen then, in a hoarse voice; "we are going to lock you in this cabin, but mind, we're all armed feel that! it is the point of a revolver and I swear to you by all that is holy, if you make a sound I'll shoot you as I would a dog." He made a curious, half-choking sound, and we drew back out of the cabin and the door was shut and fastened.
We stepped out into the saloon, shut our door after us, and stood listening, wondering whether there was a sentry, but all was still, and concluding that all hands were on deck, Mr Frewen unfastened Mr Preddle's door in the black darkness. He came out, and his door was also closed again. "Follow!"
"I don't like having to fire like that," said Mr Preddle just then; "and I feel now as if I ought to fetch the doctor. Ah, Frewen," he cried, "I've just shot one of the men." For there were Mr Frewen, the mate, and Barney Blane, all panting and eager to help us. I told him what had happened, and Mr Brymer said quietly "On their own heads be it. This may act as a warning to them.
Buckner in mind; it was by means of that lady that Fleeming Jenkin began life as a poor man. Meanwhile, the relationship of any Frewen to any Jenkin at the end of these evolutions presents a problem almost insoluble; and we need not wonder if Mrs. John, thus exercised in her immediate circle, was in her old age "a great genealogist of all Sussex families, and much consulted."
While I was standing there Rob Marr started Kitty and Em Frewen off on his sled. His sled had a wooden tongue in it and it slanted back over the girls' heads. I was right in the way and they yelled to me to get out, but just as I heard them it struck me. The sled took me between the legs and I was histed back over the tongue and dropped in a heap behind before I knew what had happened to me.
"Stand a little on one side, Dale; I want to look at his eyes." I stepped back, feeling very uncomfortable, and Mr Frewen parted the lad's eyelids gently enough. "Oh!" came more loudly than ever, as Mr Frewen looked closely into first one and then the other eye.
Twice married, first to her cousin Charles Frewen, clerk to the Court of Chancery, Brunswick Herald, and Usher of the Black Rod, and secondly to Admiral Buckner, she was denied issue in both beds, and being very rich she died worth about £60,000, mostly in land she was in perpetual quest of an heir.
"Ready there?" shouted Bob Hampton, from forward; and none too soon, for there was a flash of light, which turned the steam to ruddy gold, and a dull crackling roar was rising out of the hold. "Yes; go on there!" shouted Mr Brymer from the other side of the deck. "Who has the branch?" "I have," cried Mr Frewen.
"Now!" cried Mr Frewen, who was as interested as the rest; but before the word was well uttered, I had given the line a sharp snatch just as the running noose was in the narrow part before where the tail fin curved out above and below like a new moon.
"Well, that is so; I hope we shall get him. The old man is pretty cranky over it. He hasn't a nice temper even when he's in a good humour, and there will be blue fire blazing if Mr. Frewen does lose the fish after all." For four hours the barque made short tacks to the eastward, in which direction the boat had been taken by the whale.
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