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They're desprit; Jarette's worked 'em up; and they've got the judge to face if we take 'em into port. Strikes me it's our lives or theirn; but you knows best. I was thinking about the young lady." Just then the chopping began again, and Mr Brymer raised his pistol and fired. The chopping ceased, and there was a burst of loud talking.
"State of affairs is, that all the orficers and you the doctor, along with the passengers, is prisoners, and Frenchy Jarette's skipper of the Burgh Castle, with that there rat of a 'prentice or middy, or whatever he calls hisself, first mate." "But where are we going?" said Mr Frewen. "Nobody knows but Frenchy, and there is times when I think he don't know.
Mr Frewen went round to the bow-side of the hatch, and shouted loudly to those in the forecastle, with the result that the chopping ceased, and after a few moments' delay Jarette's voice was heard. "You surrender then, eh?" he shouted. "Look sharp and knock off these boards." Mr Brymer could not help laughing aloud, and a pistol was fired in his direction. "Stop that!" shouted Mr Frewen.
"There it is again," said Mr Denning; "and it is below." "Yes; there!" I cried, for there was a heavy banging at a bulk-head, and some one shouted savagely to whoever cried for help to be quiet, and then a shot was fired, but not at us. "The wretches!" I said. "The wretch!" said Mr Denning. "That was Jarette's voice, I'm sure; and he must have fired."
"Quick, speak to him." "Better not speak," I said; "we may bring in some of Jarette's gang;" and rising softly, I took out my pocket-knife, and gave three gentle taps with the haft just about the spot where we had heard the sounds. The moment I had done, two knocks came in answer, and when I had responded in the same way, there was one single one given which I also answered.
Brymer my lads, you will fol " "Hush," said Mr Brymer, as there was another flash and a report from Jarette's pistol. "Of course we will follow, but not now. It would be madness. Wait, man! We will not go far. Use your oars, my lads." "No, no, I forbid it," cried Mr Frewen wildly, "and I call upon you men to help me board this ship." "You are not in command here, sir," said Mr Brymer sternly.
Hell-born and Sharper?" inquired the man, laughing. "My name is Helberson, yes; and this gentleman is Mr. Harper," replied the former, reassured by the laugh. "But we are not physicians now; we are well, hang it, old man, we are gamblers." And that was the truth. "A very good profession very good, indeed; and, by the way, I hope Sharper here paid over Jarette's money like an honest stakeholder.
I got hold of one directly, not neatly coiled, but tumbled down anyhow; and then, looking forward to see if any one was on deck, I was conscious of a dull bluish glow, which I attributed to the lights by the forecastle-hatch, from which I could hear a low muttering of voices dominated by Jarette's sharp angry snapping.
A hand touched my arm, glided down to my wrist, and then a warm palm pressed mine hard. "Then you shall go, Dale," said Mr Brymer, firmly. "Keep a good heart, my lad, for the darkness will protect you from Jarette's pistol, and you can recollect this, we shall be close at hand lying across the stern ready to row along either side of the ship if we hear a splash.
If he warn't, how could we be shut up down here with our heads as thick as if we'd been having 'em stuffed? That's it, sir, though I don't half understand what you say. Then we've all been hocussed, and Jarette's got the upper hand again?" "Yes, Bob, I'm afraid so."
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