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"Look here, Blacksmith, we'll remember this, and as soon as we're strong enough we'll punch his head." "Agreed. He's been growing as cocky as a bantam since we've been ill. We must take him down." "Why, what for?" I cried. "Making game of your betters. Sarce, as Tom Jecks calls it."
"Cease firing!" said Mr Brooke, for we were a hundred yards away now, and rapidly increasing the distance. "We can do no more good. Thank you, Jecks. Now then, who is hurt?" There was no reply. "What, no one?" cried Mr Brooke. "Yes, sir: why don't you speak out, Tom Jecks? You got it, didn't you?" "Well, so did you; but I arn't going to growl." "More arn't I, messmate. It's nothing much, sir."
"Waitee lit' bit," Ching whispered. "Allee s'eep, and Ching get eat dlink." But I felt certain that he would be caught, and begged him not to go till we were absolutely driven by hunger and thirst; and so that day passed, with the rock growing hotter, and the air too stifling almost to breathe, while, to my horror, I found that Tom Jecks was growing more and more feverish.
"Look out, Billy, or he won't leave John Chinaman a taste." "Get out!" growled Jecks; "that don't mean hungry, messmate that means dry. Beg pardon, sir, we won't none on us try to slope off; but a good drink o' suthin', if it was on'y water, would be a blessin' in disguise just now." "Yes, Jecks, I'm thirsty too," I said.
Ching would certainly be caught if he ventured out, for the enemy never all lay down to sleep together; and, what was worse, I felt convinced, though in a confused way, that sooner or later the delirious mutterings and talkings of Tom Jecks must be heard. I can only remember patches of that day.
"No leach no higher; can'tee find now." It was so dark that we could only just see each other's faces, but in a short time we became so accustomed to the gloom, that we could watch the changes in Tom Jecks' countenance as he lay sleeping, by the faint rays which stole in over the top of our cavern, and through the tuft of herbage which grew high up at the other end.
Only a few more hours, and we shall be safe." "Stand by, my lads! Look out! Storm's coming down upon us. Now then; every man for himself." I turned cold with horror. Just then, too, when we were so near to safety. For the words were Tom Jecks', roared in a hoarse voice in the height of his delirium, and I saw that they were heard outside.
Our men were getting desperate too, and in another minute there must have been deplorable bloodshed, the more to be regretted as it would have been between our sailors and a friendly power, when Jecks, after knocking a Chinaman back into his own boat with his fist, stooped and picked up the boat-hook we had brought on board from our now sunken cutter.
If I'd been doing it, I should on'y have thought of tying it on with a bit o' spun-yarn; but this here tin holds it wonderful tight." "How are we to get it off?" "Oh, I can soon get it off," cried Tom Jecks, who seemed to be imbued with the same notion as Alexander of old, who unsheathed his sword to cut the Gordian knot.
Take the tiller, Mr Herrick," he said, and he went forward. "Going blow wind velly high. Gleat wave and knock houses down," said Ching uneasily. "Yes, my lad; we're going to have what the Jay-pans calls a tycoon." "No, no, Tom Jecks," I said, smiling. "You may laugh, sir, but that's so. I've sailed in these here waters afore and been in one.
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