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"And you have the true nautical pronunciation also, I perceive. Mr Johnson," to a master's mate who happened to be passing at the moment "this is Mr Hawkesley. Kindly take him under your wing and induct him into his quarters in the midshipmen's berth, if you please. Don't stop to stow away your things just now, Mr Hawkesley," he continued. "I shall have an errand for you in a few minutes."
I knowed what that meant in a second, Mr Hawkesley; so I whips out my knife, sings out to Ned to prise open the other two doors, and cuts off the live end of the fuze at once, and just in time. There warn't more nor an inch of it left. And when we got the other two doors open it were just the same, sir half a minute more 'd ha' done for the lot of us, sir."
"Upon my word, Hawkesley, I verily believe you are right!" he exclaimed at last. "The Black Venus a negress for a figure-head ha! are you hurt?" "Not much, I think," stammered I, as I braced myself resolutely against the wheel, determined that I would not give in.
"Take a chair, Hawkesley," interrupted the skipper; "pour yourself out a glass of wine, and let us have your story in the fewest possible words. Mr Armitage, do me the favour to ascertain the brig's present whereabouts and let me know. Now, Hawkesley, we are ready to listen to you."
"There she is," replied the master, placing the point of his pencil carefully down on the chart and twisting it round so as to produce a black mark. "Very good," assented Smellie. "Now, look here, Mr Hawkesley, this is where your lesson begins." And he produced the sketch-chart he had made that afternoon and spread it out on the table.
Mr Austin, who had charge of the deck, sprang upon a gun, and peered out eagerly ahead. "Hard over, my man, hard over!" he exclaimed excitedly; then continued, after a moment of breathless suspense: "All clear, all clear! we have just missed her, and that is all. By Jove, Hawkesley, that was a narrow squeak, eh? Why, it is surely the Vestale! Vestale ahoy!"
I certainly had not; nor had I, up to that moment, any idea that Lord Tomnoddy was other than a mythical personage; but I did not choose to parade my ignorance in such matters, so I replied by a polite bow. There was silence between us for a moment; and then Fitz-Jones or Fitz- Johnes, rather raised his hand to his forehead with a thoughtful air and murmured: "Hawkesley! Hawkesley!
Give me your hand, Hawkesley. I respect you, sir; I esteem you; and I forgive you all. If there is one thing which touches me more than another, one thing which I admire more than another, it is to see a man show a bold front in the face of deadly peril. Ah! now I can understand Lady Mary's infatuation. Poor girl! I pity her.
"Thank you very much," he returned. "Yes, I feel actually comfortable once more. Don Manuel has dressed and bound up my wounds, applying soothing salves to them, and altogether tinkering me up until I am pretty nearly as good as new. But, Hawkesley, my dear boy, are we in our sober senses, or is this only a delightful dream?
"The wheel is hard over, sir," explained the poor fellow with patient deference; "but she's lost steerage-way." Just then the skipper returned to the deck. "Pipe away the first and second cutters, Mr Hawkesley," he exclaimed sharply. "Take charge of them yourself with one of the midshipmen to help you, and pull down to the burning ship.
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