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"That was the result of some one aiming," cried Mr Denning, sharply. "If they don't do any more damage than that it won't matter," said Mr Preddle. "Look here, Brymer," whispered Mr Frewen, speaking now after carefully watching the dimly-seen hatch for some minutes, "it strikes me that if you let them go on firing for a little longer they will be forced to surrender."
Can I see him now, for there is much that I have to tell him about the ship things that he would like to know." So Frewen came in, and he and the Italian mate had quite a long talk about the Esmeralda, and when they parted they did so with a feeling of growing friendship.
Seeing how thoroughly upset I was, the mate told Mr Frewen to speak to me as soon as he was gone; for he was about to join the men on the watch by the forecastle-hatch, so as to be ready to take action as soon as possible after the drug had acted. "How soon will it be?" he asked Mr Frewen. "I cannot tell you.
The dinner was just ready, when there was a noise from forward; and we hurried to the door-way, but it was only to hear a roaring chorus rise from the forecastle-hatchway. "They have begun at the spirits," said Mr Frewen. And then telling the two sailors to ask Mr Brymer to come and join us, the men went forward, spoke to the mate, and he came to the saloon entrance.
I won't lift a harpoon again on this cruise; so don't ask me." Frewen did not believe him. "Don't be a fool, Randall. We'll show the old man something to-day." "I will, sir, if it costs me my life." Five minutes later he was in his old place on the for'ard thwart, pulling stolidly, but looking intently at Frewen, whom he loved with a dog-like affection.
About an hour later, first one and then another crawled along the deck very silently to try and make out what was going on in the forecastle. I did not go, neither did Mr Frewen or Mr Preddle.
The moment I was up I laid hold of a rope and began to look round, my eyes falling, naturally enough, first upon our boat lying a short distance away, with Mr Frewen, who had just awakened, bending over Walters; and I watched him anxiously, to see if I could make out how my messmate was.
Meanwhile I had a misty notion of the fight going against Mr Frewen and my two friends, and just then Jarette yelled in French, and directly after in English
John, thus exercised in her immediate circle, was in her old age 'a great genealogist of all Sussex families, and much consulted. The names Frewen and Jenkin may almost seem to have been interchangeable at will; and yet Fate proceeds with such particularity that it was perhaps on the point of name that the family was ruined.
Five or six days later Frewen went to Cheyne, who was now confined in the 'tween decks, and implored him to give in. "Very well, sir. To please you I will give in. But I mean to desert the first chance." "So do I. I am sick of this condition of things. There are three other men besides yourself in irons now." "Who are they, sir?" "Willis, Hunt, and Freeman."
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